"Brother Ye, defend yourself!" Gao Bancheng caught sight of Bai Ye yawning from the corner of his eye and shouted anxiously.
"There's no need. He's just trash with Blood Qi below ten thousand." Ever since Bai Ye's Blood Qi had surpassed ten thousand, he had started viewing anyone below that threshold as trash.
Gao Bancheng grew frantic. "Brother Ye, Wushe is the King of Assassins, North Mang's number one killer! Without exception, everyone he's targeted has died!"
Having been called trash again, Wushe's eyes flashed coldly as he locked onto Bai Ye, whose body seemed full of openings.
"Trash? You dare call the King of Assassins trash? You're the first—and the last!"
Wushe deliberately made a sound, then darted to Bai Ye's side. He raised the boning knife in his hand high, aiming it at Bai Ye's head!
He refused to believe Bai Ye could survive after having his brains stirred to mush!
The boning knife, gleaming with cold light, fell without a sound, its tip driving straight for Bai Ye's temple.
Just as the tip came within three centimeters of his temple, Bai Ye suddenly turned his head and looked at Wushe, who was right beside him. A scornful, savage grin curled across his lips.
Wushe's heart jolted violently. Impossible! How could he have discovered me? Coincidence! It had to be a coincidence!
The knife tip continued downward, but Wushe's vision abruptly went black. A well-defined hand had clamped firmly over his face, and beneath the shadow cast between its fingers, his terrified eyeball was exposed.
"You think you're worthy of calling yourself king?"
Bang—!!
Overwhelming force crashed down. Accompanied by the sound of facial bones shattering, Wushe was smashed headfirst into the ground like an inverted onion. The back of his head made intimate contact with the marble