"I have no idea what that guy actually did."
Second Brother Mao Bu's eyes flickered. "But that brat is a Saint's disciple. Perhaps his master bestowed some special treasure upon him, something that can conceal his true identity. That wouldn't be strange."
He attributed the matter to Xia Ping's master, the North Nether Saint.
"Damn it, that guy really lucked out. Having an awesome master really is different."
"More than different—it's practically ascending to the heavens in a single step. No matter where you go, the benefits are immense. It's simply incomparable."
Everyone was burning with envy, jealousy, and hatred.
"But what do we do now? He's gone into the Soul Hall, and we can't break in. Are we just supposed to stand here and watch?" someone asked grimly.
"How about we go over and expose his true identity? Say that he's actually an extraterrestrial demon. What do you think?"
"Idiot. Before we can reveal his true identity, ours will be exposed first. Do you want to perish together with him?"
"More importantly, even if we reveal that brat's identity, no one may believe us."
"That's true. We don't know what that brat did, but since he dared barge into the Soul Hall, he must have made thorough preparations. We can't expose him just by saying a few words."
"Wait. We can only wait for that brat to come out. In any case, he can't possibly know we're assassinating him, and we've never exposed ourselves. He definitely won't be on guard."
"Exactly. Don't get impatient. Slowly wait for the chance to assassinate him. As long as he hasn't left the Blood Soul Continent, we'll have opportunities. He'll let his guard down eventually."
The Seven Killers all nodded. As outstanding assassins, they were also the finest hunters, and they had ample