Shangguan Fa had not worked as an assassin for a long time.
When he was still a boy, he had once hidden in the shadows of the night alongside the assassins of his family, patiently waiting for their target to appear before killing them with a single stroke. This stage had lasted only a short while. Before Shangguan Fa had honed his assassin skills, he had already been drawn deeply into the struggle for the position of King Lord.
After defeating brother after brother and becoming the sole heir, Shangguan Fa began learning how to use assassins instead of acting as one himself. Occasionally, he still took part in assassination missions, simply to enjoy the thrill of killing experts.
Old Man Mu was a true expert. Shangguan Fa had personally joined the encirclement, but not to seek revenge—many years ago, he had already replaced slaughter with women, and then replaced women with the struggle for supremacy—he simply wanted to kill Old Man Mu.
His assassin skills were not perfect, so the Unrivaled King made up for that shortcoming with overwhelming martial prowess.
He had observed Old Man Mu enough and had no need to test him further. Thus, the moment he struck, it was with a lethal, vicious move.
In that brief instant, Old Man Mu had considered avoiding his edge. He had **practiced the Death Sutra for only a short time and might not yet be a match for the Unrivaled King, but in the mere turn of a thought, he chose to swing his sword in retaliation.
Old Man Mu harbored little hatred. The emotion solidified in him by the Death Sutra was an arrogance rooted in his very bones.
The long sword was like a python that had been lying in wait for this moment. Even if