Such killing intent! He must be one of the greatest assassins of this age!
Though he had not seen the man himself, Wang Shu guessed the visitor's identity through his exceptional discernment.
A Net Assassin, and a Heaven-Rank one at that?
What he did not understand was that five years ago, he had encountered Zhao Gao, the master of the Net.
And with absolute strength, he had intimidated the master of the Net into submission!
Yet now, another Net Assassin had come for him, clearly with ill intent. What was this supposed to mean? Were they tearing up all pretenses?
"Be careful," Wang Shu reminded Yan Fei and Flame Spirit Ji.
"Hmph, what is there to fear? Perfect timing. Let this shadow that cannot stand in the light learn how formidable I am." Yan Fei wore a proud expression.
"Assassins are different from ordinary martial artists. They seek the chance for a single killing blow. Do not let down your guard. It is best to be cautious," Wang Shu said.
Although Yan Fei's martial arts were no weaker than those of the older generation's experts, she still lacked actual combat experience.
Especially against a powerful assassin like this, who was impossible to guard against. She could very well suffer a loss.
Rustle!
Faint footsteps approached. The newcomer did not conceal his tracks and was steadily drawing closer.
The night grew even darker, filled with a grim, murderous chill. Black baleful energy condensed from killing intent flowed through the air, icy and sinister.
At the entrance to the ruined temple, a tall, straight figure holding twin swords silently appeared.
He wore close-fitting gray-blue cloth robes. His expression was cold and weathered, and a strip of gray cloth was wrapped around his forehead.
His messy black hair was casually tied in several places with red strips of cloth. Upon closer inspection, one would discover that those strips had actually been dyed red with blood.
Their color was vivid, bloody, and cold, enough to send a chill down one's spine!
Of the twin swords in his hands, one erupted with black killing intent, while the other radiated white light.
Simply standing there, black and white energies coiled around him, making him seem extraordinary.
"The Eight Swords of King Yue—Black White Xuan Jian!"
So it was him. No wonder he possessed such terrifying killing intent and strength.
But Wang Shu could not understand why Black White Xuan Jian had followed them all the way here to ambush them.
"The Net!" As the Eastern Lord, Yan Fei was highly knowledgeable and recognized the visitor as a Heaven-Rank assassin of the Net.
To be honest, whether among the Seven Kingdoms or the Hundred Schools of Philosophers, no one wished to provoke a Heaven-Rank Net Assassin.
The Net was everywhere, with informants spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms.
From high-ranking nobles, famous figures, and wealthy magnates of a nation, to servants, laborers, and street vendors, anyone could be one of them.
Once someone made it onto the Net's list, there would be no end until the target was dead.
"Someone wants to buy your lives!"
Xuan Jian spoke indifferently, raising one arm and resting the Black Blade on his shoulder, his gaze cold and emotionless.
"Who is it? Do you know who we are?" Yan Fei asked.
"Once a person is dead, what use is even the most illustrious identity?
But the Net never kills useless people. Dying by my hand will not disgrace your status."
As Xuan Jian spoke, he raised the White Blade in his other hand. His killing intent erupted like a mountain flood.
The air suddenly churned as though wind and clouds had risen, and the oppressive aura made it hard to breathe.
Flame Spirit Ji's face turned pale as she felt terribly uncomfortable!
A bead of cold sweat rolled down Yan Fei's fair, delicate forehead, her gaze grave.
"The White Blade is a sword of protection. Has it now become a weapon for killing?" Wang Shu ignored Xuan Jian's killing intent and looked down at him with utmost calm.
At those words, Xuan Jian's body stiffened. A fleeting look of confusion crossed his face, only to be immediately replaced by ruthlessness.
"Now, there is no sword of protection. There is only an evil ghost returned from hell to claim lives."
As Xuan Jian finished speaking, he transformed into a sharp streak of interwoven black-and-white sword light. His astonishing killing intent stirred wave after wave of violent air currents.
The black and white blades flashed with chilling sharpness! Their edges shot straight for Wang Shu's head.
As a top assassin, Xuan Jian's movement technique naturally needed no explanation.
He moved like a ghost, elusive and unpredictable!
Within an instant and at point-blank range, he struck to kill!
Yan Fei and Flame Spirit Ji lost focus for an instant and failed to catch Xuan Jian's movements at all.
Yet in Wang Shu's eyes, everything appeared incomparably slow.
With 001's support—analysis and calculation—no matter how fast Xuan Jian was, he had nowhere to hide.
Still, what surprised him was the data on Xuan Jian detected while in Insight Mode.
He actually had no flaws whatsoever!
Every move, every life-taking sword strike, was without a flaw. It could be called a flawless sword.
"Interesting!"
His inner force circulated and true qi surged. Wang Shu raised one hand and used the Wood Element Yin Yang Art, Myriad Leaves Flying Flowers.
The ground loosened, and emerald vines burst from the earth one after another, transforming into soaring serpents that coiled toward Xuan Jian.
Xuan Jian crossed his black and white swords and swung fiercely. A cross-shaped sword intent shot out and directly shredded the vines.
"Imperial Heaven, Empress Earth!"
Wang Shu changed his Yin Yang Art hand seal again and used the Yin Yang School's earth-element Yin Yang Art.
Irregular chunks of hard rock squeezed up from beneath the ground, scattering tiny fragments of dirt and stone.
The sharpest stone peaks stabbed toward Xuan Jian's body, as if they intended to pierce straight through him and leave gaping holes.
Xuan Jian did not dare be careless. With a nimble shift, he stepped on the point of a stone peak. His body spun a full three hundred and sixty degrees as spiraling Sword Qi slashed out.
Every chunk of rock that had erupted from the ground had its corners sliced away, leaving only smooth, flat surfaces.
This man's control over Yin Yang Arts is not inferior to mine at all!
Yan Fei thought from the rear. She had believed herself to be the foremost extraordinary woman in Yin Yang Arts.
She had not expected him to be proficient in all five elements as well, and he even seemed to surpass her. She could not help feeling a little depressed.
What a man to both love and hate!
"Master is so amazing!" Flame Spirit Ji's eyes shone with admiration.
Just now, that cold-faced assassin had frightened her so badly that she had not dared move.
Yet Master had displayed his might and forced him back repeatedly. He was truly incredible!
Xuan Jian had not expected Wang Shu to be so difficult to deal with, nor had he expected him to belong to the Yin Yang School.
This time, he had not received the mission directly from the Net. Instead, he had accepted it through a connection with Nightfall.
Nightfall, Han State's organization, itself had countless ties and dealings with the Net!
The one who had issued the Execution Order was an influential high-ranking official in Han State's court.
As a Heaven-Rank assassin, he had originally disdained accepting such a mission!
But he happened to be in Han State at the time and encountered Blood Cloak Marquis Bai Yi Fei. The two had reached some sort of agreement.
That was why Xuan Jian had appeared at this ruined temple in the desolate mountains!
"What are you thinking about?"
Xuan Jian was briefly distracted, but Wang Shu's voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.
When he looked up, Wang Shu had already appeared before him!
He hurriedly swung his sword forward, and the Black Blade, symbolizing slaughter, accurately pierced Wang Shu's heart.
But Xuan Jian clearly felt a sharp pain in his own heart, as though some force had crushed it apart.
Looking down, he saw that the Black Blade, which had clearly stabbed into the target, was instead lodged in his own chest.
"Why?"
Xuan Jian was utterly bewildered. Blood rapidly spread across his chest, while even more spilled from the corner of his mouth.
His heart had been shattered. No matter how strong his martial arts were, death was inevitable.
He simply could not understand why that final sword strike had ended this way.
Boom!
Xuan Jian fell to the ground. His life force rapidly weakened, blood continuously flowing from his chest. Before long, his body was completely soaked in bright red blood.
Seeing this, Wang Shu tossed out a spark and ignited Xuan Jian's body.
He sent this evil ghost, who had only recently escaped death and returned from hell, back down to hell once more.
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