"You came after all!"
Wei Yong, clad in purple brocade robes, stood high above, looking down at Xuan Jian with a smile.
"Everyone on the list is dead. What I owed you has been wiped clean as well!"
With that, Xuan Jian turned to leave.
Wei Yong did not care in the slightest and continued with a smile. "You took so long to appear after this assassination. It seems Zhu Hai made you suffer quite a bit.
That makes sense. Zhu Hai is known as one of the greatest warriors under heaven. Even injured, he would not have been easy to kill. It seems you were badly hurt this time too."
Xuan Jian's steps paused slightly. He was indeed seriously injured, which was why he had been eager to leave.
But Wei Yong was not finished.
"I guessed Web would not let me go."
With his back to the other man, Xuan Jian said, "Web? Yes, isn't that exactly the effect you wanted? To make everyone believe it was Web!"
The smile on Wei Yong's face widened, mingled with a strange, sinister malice.
"There is no need for everyone. Your identity and actions only need to be explained to one person..."
As he spoke, rows upon rows of soldiers holding flaming arrows suddenly surrounded the previously empty city walls. The open gates slammed shut at once.
Xuan Jian's heart sank. He knew he had become a trapped beast.
But that was not the worst of it. Worse still, behind him, a fierce aura suddenly erupted, exerting immense pressure even on him.
"...The Great General's beloved disciple, the strongest warrior of the Wei Martial Soldiers, Commander of a Thousand, Dian Qing!"
As Wei Yong spoke, the massive Dian Qing entered the barbican with a great saber in hand. He knew the