"Oh no!"
Seeing this, the Masked Swordsman knew that today's assassination could no longer succeed. He moved to withdraw and flee, putting his life first while waiting for another opportunity.
But Wei Liu, who had held herself back for so long, would never give him that chance.
"Ah!"
Wei Liu shouted, raised the three-meter-long Demon Saber over her head, and brought it crashing down in front of her.
Standing off to one side, Zhang Yuan suddenly felt his heart tighten. His feet shifted, and he stepped back, keeping Wei Liu in front of him as a shield.
Then he saw it.
As the Evil Ghost Arm swung the three-meter Demon Saber down, an utterly terrifying power manifested along the blade. The purple-black demon flames that erupted from it engulfed the entire alley.
Boom!
A moment later, the light from the deep-purple demon flames faded. Beneath Wei Liu's slash, the formerly level alley had dropped ten meters straight down, turning a perfectly good alley into a rectangular pit fifteen meters wide and ten meters deep.
As for the Masked Swordsman and the burly man called Sick Tiger, they had evidently vanished from the world along with the alley.
Purple-black demon flames still burned on the soil at the bottom of the pit.
Zhang Yuan crouched at the edge of the pit and shook his head. "Hey, Miss Wei, do you have a grudge against me or something? If I hadn't reacted in time, I probably would've died under that slash of yours too."
Although it had merely vaporized an alley and looked rather unremarkable on the surface, the power it truly contained had probably already reached the early Purple Mansion Realm, approaching a Slaughter Divine Ability unleashed by a late Purple Mansion Realm cultivator. Wei Liu's slash had been frighteningly powerful.