Night Rain in the Martial World, Half for the People

Less than half a day's walk from the Yuetang River.

A tavern hastily built from thatch and stone walls.

It stood alone in the wind and rain.

Boom—

Thunder rolled from cloud to cloud.

Lightning lit up the night in an instant!

More than twenty black-clad swordsmen had silently gathered around the tavern. Rain streamed from the brims of their bamboo hats, but did nothing to diminish the icy killing intent surrounding them.

They were like a band of messengers from the underworld, come to claim lives.

Inside the tavern!

The doors to the two stone rooms at the back were shut tight. Through one narrow crack, a pair of eyes peered out.

The tension born of an unknown threat gradually left the old man's face, replaced by an indescribable calm.

Xiu'er, frightened, kept a few steps from the old man. She edged toward the stone room's window, picked lightly at its frame, and watched the sudden turn of events outside.

Senluo Hall!

The third-ranked assassin organization in the martial world.

Only the Seven Buddhas Temple and Ghost Village stood above it.

If someone offered a high enough bounty, neither an emperor on his throne nor a commoner in a back alley could escape its grasp.

Senluo Hall's rules were strict. It made only one attempt per contract. If that attempt failed, it returned half the payment, and the matter ended there.

Its assassins were carefully selected in childhood. Each intake raised one hundred and ninety children and put them through countless brutal trials.

By adulthood, only three survived to join Senluo Hall!

Anyone who emerged alive from that killing ground was a top assassin, with a heart cold as iron and hands ruthless as blades.

Senluo Hall's current chief was Ouyang Huangquan, ranked eleventh on the Martial World Rankings