Ambush! Counterkill!

Night had deepened, and there were already few pedestrians on the streets of the Barak Royal Capital.

After leaving the Great Soul Arena, Huang Yun walked for about fifteen minutes before turning into a secluded alley.

Low stone walls and tightly shut back doors lined both sides of the alley. The streetlights had long fallen into disrepair; only the one at the entrance still cast a dim yellow glow, unable to reach the depths of the alley.

When he reached the middle of the alley, he stopped and turned to face the direction he had come from.

"You've been following me all this way. Come out."

His voice was not loud, but it sounded especially clear in the silent alley.

After two breaths of silence, six figures appeared simultaneously from the rooftops and behind the walls on either side.

Three stood to the left, two to the right, and one waited around the corner directly ahead, forming a fan-shaped encirclement around the entire alley.

All six wore dark fitted clothes and masks. Their Soul Power was restrained, but the killing intent around them could not be hidden, hanging in the night like a thin frost.

"Six people." Huang Yun swept his gaze over them, his tone calm. "Otto thinks highly of me, doesn't he?"

The leading man in black did not reply. He merely raised his right hand and made a gesture.

All six moved at once. Three launched a frontal assault, two flanked from the sides, and one circled behind to cut off the retreat.

Their coordination was seamless and their positioning precise. They were clearly experienced assassins.

Huang Yun did not move from where he stood.

The assassin charging at the front was extremely fast, leaving an afterimage in the alley. A mass of dark gray Soul Power