Just as Old Li had said, if you failed to fulfill the obligations your job required, you would lose it. So when Feng Xue turned the bodies he'd collected on the job into Omens, he'd guessed he might lose his Corpse Collector Tag. He just hadn't expected it to be taken away so quickly!
Losing the Corpse Collector Tag wasn't a big deal. The real problem was that the boost from the [Carrying] element vanished at the exact moment the Tag shattered. After a sharp pain shot through his mind, Feng Xue immediately felt his body weaken.
The loss of strength didn't matter much with such a sharp weapon in hand, but his stamina had plummeted, and fatigue surged through both arms.
That brief moment of stiffness was all it took for a stray arrow to suddenly fly at him from nearby.
Though he'd lost the [Corpse Collector] Tag, his [Assassin] Tag had been strengthened by all the killing he'd done. When the [Keen] element burst into action, Feng Xue barely twisted aside in time, dodging the incoming slash while letting the arrow graze his shoulder and bury itself in some unlucky bastard.
But even that mere graze made Feng Xue's face turn ashen. This wasn't a figure of speech: in that instant, his whole body, White Robe and all, was tinged with blue light, and his agile movements slowed abruptly.
He'd been slowed.
The grunts around him didn't let the opportunity go to waste. They swarmed him again, weapons raised.
Feng Xue flicked the Disassembly Madonna with his left hand, ripping out the innards of the nearest man once more. His right-hand Sleeve Blade stabbed back, piercing straight through a head.
But the thrust was still a fraction too slow. The weapon of the unlucky bastard whose head he'd