A low-ranking little assassin—very good. In Berely, he could still be counted among elite assassins.
But this time, his target was Lin Qi, a freak whose body rivaled that of a demigod, whose soul origin had even reached the strength of a mid-level demigod, and whose battle energy, only because of the peculiarities of his cultivation method, was temporarily held at the peak of the Heaven Rank.
Not to mention that Lin Qi wore Mountain Seal, a top-tier holy artifact-grade inner armor.
Watching the sharp dagger stab toward his heart, Lin Qi thrust out his powerful chest. With a crisp crack, the dagger snapped. Lin Qi slapped the young man across the face, nearly sending half his face flying away. Most of his pale shattered teeth sprayed from his mouth; one broken tooth even flew out through his nostril.
The young man spat out a mouthful of blood and crashed headfirst to the ground. He let out a muffled groan of agony, feeling as though his head had been rammed by a ten-thousand-ton ship. He struggled with all his might to stand, but his brains seemed to be dragging heavily downward. No matter how hard he tried, he could not rise.
An expert—an expert beyond anything he had ever heard of.
The young man nearly burst into tears. Such a powerful being had to be at least a Heaven Rank warrior, right? If a dignified Heaven Rank warrior were willing to serve the Gallic Empire, he could receive the title of count! The fief might be small, but the title of count would absolutely be his.
Why would an expert like this bother with a tiny assassin like him?
Lin Qi planted a foot on the young man's chest and asked in a low voice, "Who is your boss? Whom