The Man in Black quietly drew in the aura around him and slipped into the courtyard without a sound.
The door eased open, and night spilled through the crack like a rising tide, cloaking the room in gloom.
His gaze fixed on the figure sleeping soundly in bed. His steps were steady as he drew closer, one step at a time.
He raised his long sword, then suddenly lunged, driving it hard toward Xiao Mo's heart!
The sword tip sank into Xiao Mo's flesh without resistance. He felt it pierce through, and blood splattered into the air.
He twisted his wrist, savagely grinding the blade inside the wound as he poured Spiritual Energy into it.
Boom!
With a deafening crash, Xiao Mo's body burst apart on the bed, dissolving into a cloud of blood mist.
"He just... died?"
A flicker of doubt crossed the Man in Black's mind.
His target had died far too easily, and the job had been completed far too quickly—so quickly that something felt faintly wrong.
Yet he could sense no trace of life in the room. Everything around him was quiet as usual.
But just as he sheathed his sword and prepared to leave—
The man who had been lying in bed appeared before him once more.
"By all rights, I've made no enemies. Why do you want to kill me?"
Xiao Mo looked at him calmly, without the slightest hint of anger in his voice. It was as if he were asking about some ordinary matter and simply wanted an answer.
The Man in Black gave no reply. He stamped down hard and thrust his sword again, aiming straight for Xiao Mo's throat.
Xiao Mo raised a hand and formed a seal.
In an instant, bamboo leaves lifted into the air throughout the courtyard,