Kula was no weakling. Whether in strength or mental fortitude, he could be considered a battle-hardened expert.
But at this moment, he truly had no power to fight back. On one hand, he had let his guard down. This was Liushang Island, and its peaceful atmosphere and comfortable environment had greatly lowered his vigilance. On the other hand, there was the sense of security Wu Pifu gave him.
Ever since his tribe had been Slaughtered, no one had ever treated him as well as Wu Pifu had. Wu Pifu had even taught him Human Immortal Martial Arts. Their genuine master-disciple relationship, along with Wu Pifu's strength, had made him forget that this world was, in truth, an exceedingly cruel dark forest.
There was another reason, and it was related to the assassins who had ambushed him this time. These ten people were practically the strongest assassins and killers in the entire world. Before making a move, they did not reveal even the slightest trace of killing intent. Yet the instant they struck, they unleashed a frenzied barrage with all their strength. Never mind that he had let his guard down now—even when he had been vigilant in the past, there was probably a seventy to eighty percent chance he would have been instantly killed.
At that moment, he was trapped in utter desperation.
Just as every weapon was about to strike him, he suddenly heard a voice beside his ear.
"Stop."
In the next instant, every weapon, attack, and aura froze mere fractions of an inch from his body. They had almost pierced through and killed him completely.
In that brief opening, Kula flashed away. He slammed against the room's wall, erupted with strength and aura, blasted a hole through it, and rushed out into the corridor.
Only then did