At dawn, killing cries filled the Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion.
Ji Bo sent all four Gold-Rank Assassins flying, severely wounding them until blood poured from their mouths.
Every Gold-Rank Assassin of Dark Emperor City was a ruthless figure who made people tremble at the mere mention of their name, yet now they were beaten by an old servant until they had no power to fight back and could only flee in disarray.
"Han Dan, is Ning Xiaochuan dead... Lao Jiu, Lao Jiu, how did Lao Jiu die?"
The four black-robed assassins retreated miserably into the small courtyard, but what they saw was not Ning Xiaochuan's corpse. Instead, they saw the shattered remains of a black-robed assassin, blood streaming across the ground.
Ning Xiaochuan stood ramrod straight not far away, his gaze cold and sharp as he stared at them.
Could Lao Jiu have died at Ning Xiaochuan's hands? Han Dan, the leader of the six Gold-Rank Assassins, stood atop the pavilion in the small courtyard. He had never imagined that so many unforeseen changes would arise.
Ji Bo walked in from outside and stood behind Ning Xiaochuan. He bowed slightly and said, "Young Master!"
Knowing that the tide had turned, Han Dan laughed. "The Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion truly has experts as numerous as clouds, hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Young Master Ning is also a youthful genius. Admirable, admirable. Let's go!"
"Do you think the Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion is a place you can enter whenever you wish and leave whenever you please?" Ji Bo's eyes darkened as he took out an Evil Dragon Scale.
This was a scale from an evil dragon. Once stirred by Profound Qi, it expanded to the size of a palm. Inscribed with artifact patterns and carrying powerful corrosive force, it shot into the