A fight to the death?
Hearing those words, Xia Yan froze for a moment before a smile involuntarily spread across his face.
Interesting. Very interesting.
He had originally been worried about whether these people really were survivors of Shuzaki Castle, but now he was certain they were the people he was looking for.
Besides, even if he couldn't get the Scroll from them, wouldn't that actually be a good thing?
Luck was always the hardest thing to judge. What others considered misfortune might be the luckiest thing that could happen to you.
Anyone else would have considered running into these people terrible luck, but Xia Yan now felt he was incredibly fortunate.
"You want to fight me to the death?" Xia Yan's voice remained warm, even taking on a hint of gentleness. "I understand. Just don't bluff. That will only make your weakness all the more obvious."
"Arrogant brat!" The middle-aged man's voice changed slightly, as though anger had begun burning within him. "You're going to die!"
"Am I?" Xia Yan murmured softly, the Senjutsu chakra inside him already beginning to surge. "Then, good night."
"Watch out!" The moment Xia Yan finished speaking, the middle-aged man sensed an intense threat and couldn't help shouting a warning.
But Xia Yan had already vanished. Like a phantom, he silently appeared beside a ninja with Genin-level strength.
The Ninja Blade in his hand suddenly slid free of its sheath, tracing a silver streak through the pitch-black cemetery. That silver light flashed past, brushing across the ninja's neck with just enough force.
The ninja felt only a slight chill against his neck before wetness rapidly spread over his upper body.
He parted his lips to say something, but could only make a rasping sound. His consciousness soon grew hazy, and finally he collapsed, his