"Holy shit!!"
Mu Xiu couldn't help blurting out a curse. The fortune-telling was freaking accurate.
He, Ren Huan, and Master San Nong had spent days having fun on the Qin Huai River without a single mishap. But the moment Qin Feng showed up, trouble struck. It really was true: the tallest tree catches the wind.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The attackers moved with astonishing agility, like a pack of nimble leopards.
They wore identical black cloaks and wielded sharp sabers. Their eyes were cold and resolute, and they showed no fear even though they knew Mu Xiu had reached the Great Emperor realm.
"Assassins?!"
Qin Feng froze, then started complaining furiously to himself.
After the assassination attempt at Baijinhang last time, he'd told Mu Xiu to stop doing so many despicable things. But Mu Xiu hadn't listened, and now he'd attracted another pack of enemies seeking his life.
Good thing Qin Feng hadn't boarded the boat to greet them just now. Otherwise, Mu Xiu would've dragged him into this mess again.
"Quasi Emperors!!"
The surrounding crowd cried out in alarm. These were no ordinary assassins.
Quasi Emperor energy radiated from their bodies, and the sabers in their hands blazed with a dazzling chill, cleaving through the air with shrill ringing.
"Not good!!"
Seeing danger approach, Mu Xiu pulled Ren Huan in front of him.
"You think you can call yourselves assassins just because you've got numbers?"
Ren Huan curled his lip in disdain and produced the Fish Intestine Sword Qin Feng had forged.
In an instant—
The air turned heavy with tension. Then Ren Huan vanished from where he stood.
He reappeared in a flash before one of the assassins at the front of the charge, the Fish Intestine Sword in his hand gleaming with a chilling light as it struck