Although the long-handled giant hammer looked cumbersome, Li Yan did not sense it until the blow was almost at his waist.
The Divine Sense he had kept extended at all times swept over the attack, and he could not help but shudder violently.
Because he should have seen this magical treasure before—it was the one that had blasted Ming Qi away.
That woman truly died!
The instant this thought rose in Li Yan's mind, that violent shudder also jolted him awake.
Ever since he had seen Xie Xingzhi's corpse and heard the other party's voice, he had unexpectedly lost his usual calm.
That had slowed all of his reactions just now, and he had nearly been smashed by the opponent.
There's something wrong with that voice...
But Li Yan had no time to think further, because a burly figure tore through the rain curtain and charged at him once more.
Although that figure was powerfully built, he gave off an exceptionally nimble impression, moving with the force of a spiritual python swimming through water.
It even gave Li Yan the illusion that the previous strike had not been launched by this person at all.
When his strike missed, a flash of surprise also crossed the man's eyes.
My lord said this man's will had been affected. Why is he still so difficult to deal with?
He felt utterly stifled. Every one of his assassination attempts today had actually been detected by the target in advance.
But how could he know that the path of cultivation of someone like the person before him had been forged through countless secret assassinations of others?
Since a covert assassination had lost its meaning, he could only kill him head-on. From beginning to end, the man said nothing, yet he brought even greater pressure.
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