On the battlefield, Xuan Ci had already melted into the void. The Mysterious Spirit Bee Race's assassination arts were peerless under heaven; once they blended into the void, they made not the slightest sound and were incredibly hard to deal with. Meanwhile, Long Shun had closed his eyes. Sword light spilled from his entire body, and he looked utterly confident.
Seeing Long Shun's eyes shut, Xuan Ci grew much more solemn. Knowing Long Shun was Ling Tian's junior brother, he didn't think Long Shun had closed his eyes out of arrogance. That meant Long Shun must have some kind of special ability.
Lying in wait at a distance, Xuan Ci soundlessly crept toward Long Shun's back. Yet he could feel the sword light prickling his back like thorns, and didn't dare get too close. For a time, the two silently faced off, neither willing to make the first move.
Through the Void Breaking Buddha Eye, Ling Tian could see every move the two made. He thought that both were resolute men, having waited so long without the slightest impatience. Their battle had only piqued his interest further.
An incense stick's worth of time passed. A faint sheen of sweat appeared on Long Shun's brow, and his breathing grew heavier. Xuan Ci was hardly doing any better. Long Shun was plainly standing right there, yet Xuan Ci felt as though he had no way to strike. For someone who excelled at assassination, the feeling was deeply frustrating.
The battlefield was eerily quiet. Sweat beaded on Long Shun's brow, and one drop slid across his eye, making him blink involuntarily. Xuan Ci seemed to have been waiting for just that moment. His figure abruptly accelerated, emerging from the void as his stinger soundlessly darted toward Long Shun's heart.
The instant Xuan Ci