Gu Chenfeng's voice spread through the bleak, cold night wind.
Beyond the entrance to his cave abode, a hundred zhang to either side, two black-clad figures silently emerged from underground and from inside an ancient tree.
The familiar style of concealment, the familiar icy killing intent.
It was the work of the Peerless Abyss Pavilion again. The difference was that this time, they had dispatched two killers at once, both at the Saint Warrior Realm Late Stage.
The two killers, a man and a woman, both wore black clothes and masks. The woman held a translucent longsword, as thin as a cicada's wing, that almost blended into the night.
The man held a broken blade roughly a foot long in a reverse grip, its dark gleam chilling.
Powerful fluctuations of Power of Profound Meaning surged within them, and their auras ran deep. They were indeed two Late-Stage Saint Warrior level experts.
At that moment, they were studying Gu Chenfeng with two pairs of slightly surprised yet cold, sinister eyes.
They seemed somewhat startled that he had detected their ambush.
"Why did you only come now? The Peerless Abyss Pavilion shouldn't be this inefficient."
The first thing Gu Chenfeng said upon meeting them made both killers pause.
This was nothing like the reactions of their previous assassination targets upon seeing them.
More precisely, many had died at their hands without ever getting a chance to meet them face-to-face.
Gu Chenfeng continued.
"You've already sent three groups in succession. As the saying goes, strangers the first time, familiar the second. Don't rush to fight. Let's talk first.
"Who posted the assassination mission? Was it the former Four Great Families of the Feather Transformation Marquisate?"
Gu Chenfeng's composure surprised them again.
At his words, the black-clad man replied coldly, "We Peerless Abyss Pavilion