In response to Zhou Yi's question, one man sneered. "No shit. Do we look like we're here to invite you to dinner?"
"Can you tell me who wants me dead?"
"Sorry, we can't disclose that."
Although the two assassins joked around, they had their own bottom lines.
As their words fell, both men shed their flippant smiles. Their gazes sharpened, and murderous intent poured from them, abruptly lowering the temperature by several degrees.
What powerful auras. Each of these brothers has higher cultivation than me... Zhou Yi's heart jolted.
Before, she had only suspected it. Now that they unleashed their power without reservation, she felt alarmed.
But she also knew perfectly well that the more desperate the situation became, the less she could afford to cower. Fighting offered a sliver of survival; giving up meant certain death.
She said coldly, "Don't think you've got me in the bag. We're all Soul Emperors. Even fighting you two alone, I'm not guaranteed to lose."
Even if she lost the fight, she couldn't lose her nerve. She understood that showing fear would only hurt her.
"Hahaha! What shameless boasting. We brothers would love to see just how strong you are."
"Enough talk. Attack!"
The brothers exchanged a glance and gathered their strength, preparing to launch powerful attacks.
However.
Just then, another voice rang out.
"Stop!"
Huh?
Someone else was coming?
Everyone froze, then turned toward the Dense Forest together, following the voice.
Two figures emerged, one old and one young.
"It's you..."
Zhou Yi's pupils abruptly contracted.
She didn't recognize the old man, but she had some impression of the boy.
He seemed to be a student she had expelled two or three years ago.
The boy chuckled. "Teacher Zhou, what a good memory you have. You still remember me after all these