Little Slaughter and Tuoba Qing were not only the two strongest inheritors of the assassin legacy; Zhao Fu had long since chosen them as royal attendants. They could borrow the kingly power within Zhao Fu, whose own bloodline was now Godslayer King Blood—a tremendously powerful force born from the fusion of the King profession and the Godslayer Profession.
This allowed Little Slaughter and Tuoba Qing to ignore the Nether Ghost Realm and attack Wei Xin, while Zhao Fu suppressed the Dragon of Fortune.
"Ah!"
Tuoba Qing swiftly rushed before Wei Xin and let out a sharp cry. Raising her greatsword in both hands, she brought it down upon him with immense sword qi, as though splitting mountains and cleaving stone.
Boom!
A tremendous roar rang out as Wei Xin drew the sword at his waist and blocked Tuoba Qing's descending greatsword. Wisps of purple qi radiated from his body. Without drawing upon the power of the Dragon of Fortune within him, he simply could not have blocked Tuoba Qing's strike.
But suddenly, the hairs all over Wei Xin's body stood on end. An incomparably sharp line of blood was slicing toward him—it was the little boy, Little Slaughter, making his move.
Wei Xin immediately retreated. The bloodline flashed past him. Though it did not injure him, it neatly sheared off a small lock of his hair.
Wei Xin stared solemnly at the two before him, not daring to let down his guard in the slightest. Yet Tuoba Qing and Little Slaughter launched another attack.
"Army Breaker!" "Greedy Wolf!"
Two loud shouts rang out. A black pillar of light and a green pillar of light shot into the sky, while distinct auras rose from the soldiers like mist and gathered around Wang Jian and Wei Liao.
A fierce black tiger