In Wu Heng's estate, the night was deeply set.
Inside the study, the incense burner curled with smoke, and a bronze lamp reflected Wu Heng's gloomy face. He stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the blood-stained demonic token on the desk, silent as a mountain.
"What? The mission failed?" He slowly turned around, his tone chilling to the extreme, like ice suppressing a violent rage.
The subordinate kneeling on the ground was covered in cold sweat, trembling as he whispered, "That... that fiend failed to kill Gu Chang'an and Li Hongye, and instead... was slain by them together. This subordinate arranged for a shadow guard to monitor the situation beforehand, but Lu Zhao's men captured him."
"However... this subordinate already poisoned and killed that shadow guard while he was being escorted."
Wu Heng's gaze paused, and he suddenly slammed a palm down onto the desk. The teacups on it shattered instantly, and tea splashed everywhere!
"That fiend was infused with 'Level 3 demon blood', and in his berserk state, his strength was no match for an ordinary eighth-rank martial artist, yet he couldn't even kill a mere two ninth-rank brats?! Trash!!"
The murderous intent in his eyes rolled like flames, his teeth clenched, and his cheeks trembled slightly, clearly consumed by extreme rage.
Although that fiend was not the strongest trump card under his command, he was at least refined using the secret arts of demon blood, making him sufficient to rival an Eighth Rank martial artist—
Yet he was jointly killed by Gu Chang'an and Li Hongye?
"Those two..." Wu Heng muttered in a low voice, his eyes vicious, "What on earth is their background? Why can they survive every single time?!"
"Could it be..." He suddenly raised his head, a trace of chill rising from