"Er Mengzi!!! Are you looking to play an electric shock game later?" Qin Lang roared through voice transmission.
Who else could that smug, irritating voice have belonged to but Northern Dipper Meng Jingxian?
"Fuck, I was just stating the facts. It's not like you don't know what color Yi Wood True Thunder is. Why blame me? Look, it's glowing green again... Ah, I still have to assassinate Prince Duanzhong. I'm outta here..."
Meng Jingxian had finally managed to act tough for once, but the moment he saw the terrifying lightning spreading from Qin Lang's body, he immediately chickened out and fled.
Three days without a beating, and he's climbing onto the roof to tear off tiles. Just you wait, Er Mengzi, Qin Lang thought to himself.
Meng Jingxian's concealment abilities had become extremely formidable. If he was determined to escape, even Qin Lang could not find his trace. Unless he unleashed Thunder God Domain and turned a vast area into an ocean of Purple Heaven Divine Thunder without leaving the slightest gap, Meng Jingxian could still come and go as he pleased. This was the terrifying aspect of Meng Jingxian after reaching the Mahayana stage.
Whoosh!
Under the cover of night, a Heavenly Court assassin raced through the darkness. He had not pledged allegiance to Liu Yong, since he had joined the organization later and recognized only Crown Prince Hai. At that moment, he was doing everything he could to slaughter Hell's assassins.
However, he failed to notice the darkness at his side ripple faintly. Immediately afterward, a cold flash streaked past, vanishing the instant it appeared.
From the moment of attack to the withdrawal, no one noticed anything amiss, much less the disturbance in the darkness.
Several dozen breaths later, the running assassin gradually slowed. His neck separated from