Si Zhongxiao's dagger moved like a ghost; its swings were impossible to see clearly.
Yet it stabbed straight into the Hat Guest's body with a clang.
It did not pierce his armor!!
The dagger stopped against the Hat Guest's body, unable to advance even an inch!!
At the same time, Si Zhongxiao's collapsed shoulder wriggled a few times and returned to normal!
Zeng Anmin saw everything with perfect clarity.
At that moment, his eyes held nothing but shock.
Shock at the Hat Guest.
And shock at Si Zhongxiao as well!
Si Zhongxiao was a Third Rank Martial Artist. Legend said that Third Rank Martial Artists could regenerate from a drop of blood!
Less than half a breath had passed between his shoulder being smashed flat and its complete recovery!!
"I don't know whether regeneration from a drop of blood is real..."
"But that recovery speed is even more insane than Wolverine's!"
Zeng Anmin hid in a corner, taking in every bit of it.
"Old bastard! Why aren't you making a move yet?!!"
Si Zhongxiao suddenly roared, his gaze fixed fiercely in one direction.
"Humph!! You dare assassinate His Majesty!!"
A figure suddenly rose into the air, flying to Si Zhongxiao's side and glaring at the Hat Guest before them.
It was Duke Ning, Li Jian!
The pallor had vanished from his face.
In its place were flaring brows and beard, his imposing aura bearing down upon all living things.
Two Third Rank Martial Artists stood before Emperor Jianhong.
Yet the Hat Guest across from them remained silent.
Without the slightest hesitation, he began fighting.
"Bzzz!!"
He did not even use a weapon.
Every punch he threw was accompanied by a distortion in space.
The warped space looked like air scorched by blazing flames, so terrifying that no one dared face