"Are you looking for me?"
On the second floor of the inn, space-time shifted. Ning Chen stepped out of his room and looked at the dozen or so black-clad assassins before him. Calmly, he said, "Your master truly is stubborn beyond redemption. So many batches of dead soldiers have been lost, yet he still refuses to give up."
"Kill!"
More than a dozen black-clad assassins darted forward, their killing intent pressing in.
"Pitiful."
Ning Chen sighed softly and swept out his right hand. At once, within the divine forbidden space, fountains of blood sprayed into the air. The dozen or so black-clad assassins fell straight down, without even the chance to fight back.
These dead soldiers had been brainwashed by others and no longer possessed their own judgment. Until death, they had not retreated even half a step.
Ning Chen stepped out of the divine forbidden space-time. He cast a faint glance outside the inn, said nothing, and turned back toward his room.
Outside the inn, Listening Wind Enshrinement of Great Kang Imperial City stood quietly in the darkness, staring at the inn ahead with an exceptionally grave expression.
There had been no movement at all. Could all the dead soldiers Elder Li had sent have died?
More than a dozen innate dead soldiers had failed to stir even the slightest ripple!
The longer he waited, the heavier Listening Wind Enshrinement's heart became. It seemed they had still underestimated this young man.
West of the imperial city, within a luxurious residence brightly lit by lamps, an elderly man in a long robe had waited for a long time, his expression growing increasingly ugly.
"Master, we failed."
At that moment, a black-clad figure appeared, knelt, and reported.
"Hm?"
Elder Li's expression darkened upon hearing this. Failed again?
Just who was that