"Extreme Demon Dao!"
Nie Jun forced down the fury in his heart and struggled to spit out those three words.
"Lord Nie Jun, you truly live up to your reputation!"
A sinister, hoarse voice rang out, like a cold wind blowing through the night.
A li away, a hunched figure stood in midair beneath the vast sky.
The figure flickered in and out of sight, as though hidden within the void itself.
Had he not spoken first, not a single person present would have noticed him.
Pei Xijun, vice dao lord of the Extreme Demon Dao and a shadow assassin.
"What a shame. Even that wasn't enough to take your life."
Seeing that the attack had failed to finish him off, Meng Ru Yan shook her head in disappointment.
Yet despite her words, her star-bright eyes showed not the slightest hint of disappointment. Instead, they were even calmer than before.
From the other side, Yin Jiu You, who was using a secret art to restrain Zhao Muchen, spoke up. His words carried a faint trace of mockery.
"Pei Xijun, we placed such high hopes in you. Everyone said that even if you couldn't kill him with one strike, you could at least leave him gravely wounded."
"But now that I've seen it for myself, how is it that your attacks are not only inaccurate, but weak as well? You've squandered such a fine opportunity."
At that, Pei Xijun didn't respond. For an assassin, the most important thing was a mind that couldn't be swayed by outside distractions.
He had botched the job against Nie Jun today. Naturally, he had to find a way to get his reputation back.
"Huh, what's so special about today? Why is it so lively around here?"
A streak of light flashed from afar and drew