There was no answer. The assassin moving forward did not answer Luo Fan's words.
In the darkness, the assassin's figure was completely invisible, yet it felt as though it was everywhere.
Suddenly, a shadow emerged from the darkness beside Luo Fan, and an exquisite dagger plunged toward his shoulder.
With the Nightmare Nekomata's enhancement, Luo Fan's perception was far sharper than usual. Almost simultaneously, he swiftly raised the Blood Blade in his hand to block.
With a clang, the Blood Blade in Luo Fan's hand was sliced clean through, and the assassin's dagger stabbed his shoulder.
Almost simultaneously, the attacking shadow vanished again.
Luo Fan had no time even to counterattack.
If one strike failed, retreat a thousand miles. This assassin's style showed a profound understanding of the assassin's way.
Whether the attack hit its target or not, the assassin would appear, attack, and vanish in the blink of an eye. From attack to disappearance, the entire process never lasted more than half a second.
Pain radiated from Luo Fan's shoulder. He touched the wound, and blood flowed out.
Yet the wound on his shoulder puzzled him.
Although his shoulder had been injured, it was only a superficial wound. Had that dagger been driven all the way in just now, it would definitely have sunk deep into his flesh.
But the wound on his shoulder was merely a shallow cut through skin and flesh, the sort that would heal on its own in two or three days even if he left it alone.
What's going on? An attempt to assassinate me, and all it leaves is this little scratch? Puzzled, Luo Fan kept a wary eye on his surroundings.
In the distance, An Xiaoran swiftly raised her hand, and Healing fell upon Luo Fan. Almost in the blink of an