"The terms are pretty good..."
The Masked Swordsman paused, then said in a low voice, "But I refuse."
The Masked Swordsman stepped forward, instantly closing the distance between himself and Zhang Yuan. The sword in his hand traced a silver arc through the air, aiming to cleave Zhang Yuan in two.
As a professional assassin, he had gathered ample intelligence before accepting the assignment. He knew the Wei Family Scion possessed an extremely powerful killing move that took time to unleash. Naturally, he could tell Zhang Yuan was buying time for Wei Liu. How could he possibly let them have their way?
As for taking the Wei Household's money and switching sides, that was out of the question for them. It was not merely a matter of basic professional integrity; more importantly, even if they took the money, they might not survive to spend it.
Then they would go from assassinating Wei Liu to being targeted by other assassins themselves, forced to flee to the ends of the earth. No amount of money would be of any use. It simply was not worth it.
Besides, the reward for this assignment was not just spirit stones. It also included an exceedingly precious, complete cultivation method. That was the true prize.
"Fire."
Somewhat helpless, Zhang Yuan shook his head slightly and extended his palm toward the approaching Masked Swordsman. Fierce flames surged from his hand.
At the sight, the Masked Swordsman's pupils contracted. Clearly, he had not expected Zhang Yuan to have such a trick. Feeling the scorching heat rolling off the flames, he played it safe and changed direction, dodging the seemingly formidable blaze.
"Sick Tiger."
The Masked Swordsman's footwork was superb. He landed to one side and called to the burly man still at the alley entrance.
The burly man