Everyone looked over to see three Sixth Rank experts, led by Divine Sword Sect leader Luo Nanqiong, charging straight at them.
Luo Nanqiong stood at the center, Seven-Star Sword in hand and radiating spell-light. He dove from midair, his body drifting like an immortal descending to earth, yet also like a mighty eagle swooping down before them.
His eyes were cold and merciless, his surging presence like a mountain pressing down on their heads, driving people to despair.
Just as the three drew near, the shadow at Liu Yitian's side stirred slightly. A breath later, a figure crawled out, dagger in hand, and stabbed toward Liu Yitian's lower back.
The people near Liu caught sight of the assassin and instinctively cried out, but their voices were not as fast as the dagger.
Despair welled in everyone's hearts. A frontal assault and a sneak attack from behind—Liu Yitian had been calculated against to the very bone.
Just as the dagger was about to stab into Liu Yitian's vital spot, a crescent of silver flashed abruptly. A White Tiger seemed to crouch within that silver moon, vanishing in a flash.
The dagger stopped. The assassin's head rolled away, his body collapsed, and blood splattered like a toppled bottle of soy sauce.
Zhou Hen did not even look at the curved saber in his hand. He sheathed it and looked toward Luo Nanqiong and the other two Sixth Rank experts ahead.
Luo Nanqiong was in midair, about to fly before Liu Yitian. From the corner of his eye, he glimpsed Zhou Hen's blade. With a twist of his wrist, he tapped the sword tip against the ground. With a clang of metal, he shot backward.
The other two Sixth Rank experts had been running at full speed. Only after taking two more steps