Huaining City, on a street corner.
The Seven Killers witnessed this grand spectacle as well, but they were feeling utterly frustrated. They had waited for over a month, yet that bastard Xia Ping still had not emerged from the Soul Hall, leaving them without a single chance to strike.
"Damn it, why is that guy still holed up in the Soul Hall? It's been over a month, and he hasn't taken one step outside. Even a shut-in wouldn't be this extreme. Doesn't he need to come out and catch his breath?!" Fang Kui was exceedingly frustrated. Even as a killer with great patience, he was becoming anxious under these circumstances.
The prerequisite for patience was absolute confidence: knowing their target would definitely appear here, and knowing they would certainly be able to kill him.
But against a freak like Xia Ping, who never played by the rules, they had no such confidence at all.
Most importantly, their lives were in Mad Slaughter Saint's hands, hanging by a thread. If they failed to kill Xia Ping, they were dead for certain. No one could save them.
If that kid suddenly lost his mind and decided to leave Blood Soul Continent, they would be finished.
It was precisely for this reason that, even after hearing that the sealed location of Blood Soul Saint had appeared, they remained unmoved. No treasure was more important than their own lives.
Thus, they were frantic over this situation. The longer it dragged on, the worse it was for them, and the more likely Xia Ping was to leave Blood Soul Continent.
"Catch his breath, my ass. Didn't you see that he brought a peerless beauty with him when he entered the Huaining City Soul Hall? He's probably singing and feasting every night inside, so happy he's