Seeing Su Yuexian so resolute, Sikong Jing smiled in admiration, his spear roaring.
However, he did not use his full strength. Instead, he launched a wild barrage of strikes, restraining Pattern Hunter while letting Su Yuexian take the lead.
No one knew how much time passed, or how many times she swung her sword, but Su Yuexian's blade finally pierced Pattern Hunter's heart.
"Stand-in, you'll die a miserable death. Young Master will slaughter your whole family." Pattern Hunter could not believe it, then collapsed and died.
Pattern Hunter had never imagined that he would die in a place like this, all because of a Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel.
And that spear-wielding man at the fourth level of the Dark Realm—what exactly was he? Why did Yunye City have such a genius?
Yet he was dead. He would never learn the answer.
"Phew, phew..."
Su Yuexian slumped weakly to the ground, gasping for breath.
Suddenly, she remembered something. She swiftly gathered the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel into her arms, her ten fingers gripping it tightly.
At that moment, hurried footsteps sounded outside the alley, accompanied by people shouting. Clearly, someone had noticed the battle and was rushing over to see.
Su Yuexian scrambled to her feet and said to Sikong Jing, "We need to go..."
Sikong Jing shook his head and pointed at Pattern Hunter's corpse. "If you leave just like this, your organization will definitely recognize this corpse as your handiwork. You're being far too careless."
With that, Sikong Jing swept his spear through the body. Pattern Hunter's corpse was instantly cleaved in two, mangled beyond recognition.
Su Yuexian froze. Only then did she realize that, after ten years as an assassin, she had made such a basic mistake. If the man surnamed Sikong had not reminded her, not only