The night lay deep.
Inside the small courtyard.
Xie Jinghan stood with a cold gleam in his eyes. He looked down at Duan Peng, the Shadow Tower assassin sprawled on the ground.
"What's your name? Who sent you, and why did you try to kill me?"
Duan Peng raised his head with difficulty. Looking at Xie Jinghan, he sneered.
"We assassins have our own rules. We'd rather die than reveal the slightest detail of a mission... Don't think you can force a single word out of me. I won't talk."
Xie Jinghan raised an eyebrow slightly.
Torture an answer out of him? Xie Jinghan had no idea how.
The next instant!
Hiss-!
A streak of sword qi appeared, slicing across Duan Peng's flesh.
"Aah!"
Agony swept through his entire body. Duan Peng convulsed, unable to hold back a scream, but he still gritted his teeth and endured.
"Kill me if you want! We assassins have been trained since childhood. Why would we fear a little pain of the flesh?"
"Oh, really?"
"Even if you don't talk, I already know. I've always kept to myself, avoiding entanglements in karma. He's the only one I've had a conflict with."
"Gong Feiyu. Since you keep trying to put me to death, you'd better be able to bear the consequences."
Xie Jinghan spoke fiercely.
Seven Moonlit Night Swords flew out!
Seven-Star Big Dipper Sword Formation, activate!
Countless streaks of sword qi appeared out of thin air.
"Let's see how many rounds of sword qi you can endure."
Duan Peng's face turned deathly pale, despair written across it.
"I'll ask you one last time."
"How many assassins does the Shadow Tower have? What are their cultivation levels and strengths? Are there any further assassination missions?"
Seeing that Duan Peng still clenched his jaw without uttering