"Although Temujin was invincible on the battlefield, I've never heard that he himself was some peerless master..." Xiao Zhao sank into thought. Yet her experiences in the Central Plains had taught her that nothing in this world was impossible. After all, she had personally witnessed Heaven and Earth Great Shift, which generations of extraordinarily gifted Cult Masters needed decades merely to grasp at a basic level, be completely mastered by the young master in just half a day. From then on, she had begun to believe in the word "miracle."
"Cult Master, our cult has suffered repeated defeats. We have organized no fewer than a thousand attempts to assassinate Temujin, yet every single one has ended in failure. Our experts have suffered grievous losses. At this point, we can only invite the 'Old Man of the Mountain' to take action." The leader in black spoke cautiously.
The moment he said this, the temperature in the entire room seemed to drop several degrees. The Old Man of the Mountain was a taboo. Assassins were ranked as second-rate assassins, first-rate assassins, elite assassins, trump-card assassins, and so on. There were even people with too much time on their hands who had made an assassin ranking. Because the profession was so dangerous, the top ten changed names constantly, and the battle for first place was especially brutal. Yet no matter how many people fought over the title of Number One Killer Under Heaven, everyone knew there was someone above them all. No—there was a god. For centuries, he had been universally acknowledged as the "King of Assassins": Hushan, known as the Old Man of the Mountain.
Several decades ago, the entire West had trembled at that name. Whether they were lords of small nations or rulers of great powers, once they were targeted