A Paper-Thin Grandmaster-Keep Your Head Down and Behave!

Ouyang Huangquan had fled the tavern at full speed. Lightness skill was not his forte, yet his speed was like a raging storm, no weaker than an ordinary fast horse!

Before long!

Thirty li had become clouds of dust behind him. He darted through mountain paths, constantly changing direction—now rushing east and breaking west, now even deliberately heading south while driving north.

Until he was roughly fifty li away and had confirmed that no one was following him, he finally relaxed enough to find a secluded forest and hide within it.

He circulated his Senluo True Qi. Coldness surged through his body, chilling the air around him. A layer of frost silently formed over his skin, misty rime gathering even on his brows as he suppressed his aura to the utmost limit.

Like a living corpse!

Only after finishing all this did his body loosen slightly!

There was still a trace of panic and relief on his face.

As for whether the twenty-four assassins lived or died, he did not care in the slightest.

He naturally knew how to weigh such choices.

If a person was gone, everything was gone!

Why were Senluo Hall's assassins able to face death without fear? Apart from the brutal training they underwent from childhood, which forged their inhuman wills, there was also a secret few knew.

When these assassins, raised from childhood, came of age, the master of Senluo Hall would use a secret technique to drug them unconscious and take them into a secret "castle in the air."

Senluo Hall also called it Ever-Harmonious Heaven.

There were only beautiful women, treasures, endless revelry and pleasure. Suffering and sorrow were utterly shut out, like the gentlest dream in the human world—the Peach Blossom Spring in the assassins' hearts.

Three days of drunken indulgence!

Afterward,