The moonlight was cold, and a sudden chill wind rose. Within the Three Imperial Cities, a black moon soared into the sky as a piercing killing intent abruptly erupted.
A crescent blade beneath the night, grim and deadly. Without any warning, it appeared already before Ning Chen.
Ning Chen halted and steadied himself. His right hand closed over empty air, and the Demon Sword's majesty descended upon the world. With a reverse slash, Demonic Might surged into the heavens.
Blade and sword clashed, scattering frigid sparks before the eyes. Amid the ear-piercing collision, the Moon Demon Divine Artifact severed the crescent blade, carving a bleakly beautiful trail of blood.
A single sword sealed the throat, clean and without the slightest hesitation. That grim killing sword, the instant it left its sheath, signified death and blood.
The falling figure crashed down, wrapped in black robes. Blood streamed along the garment, staining the earth beneath crimson.
Though he had subdued his enemy with one sword, Ning Chen's vigilance did not lessen in the slightest. His gaze swept over the surroundings as he said coldly, "Come out, all of you."
Before his words faded, figures in black appeared from thin air all around him, each holding a black crescent blade, their killing intent pressing down like a tide.
"To secretly conceal so many deathsworn within the Three Imperial Cities without anyone knowing—the identity of your master must truly be anything but ordinary."
Ning Chen looked at the black-clad assassins surrounding him and spoke coldly.
"Kill!"
At the command, ten black-clad assassins moved as one. Grim blade-light, like black frozen moons, carved one deep ravine after another through heaven and earth.
Within the killing trap, Ning Chen gripped the Moon Demon Divine Artifact. Demonic energy roiled around him as his merciless sword tore forth