Chapter 436 (1/2)

The Attack (3)

Unfortunately, the best of the best were all away practising their cultivation. No one usually contacted them while they were in isolation unless it was of the utmost urgency.

“As the saying goes, a river far away cannot save a fire here. Your best fighters are not here, I have taken special care to confirm this,” the assassin mused softly. This was why he didn’t stop the guards from firing their flares.

Only one person in this room could be a threat to him and that was the chief. However, the chief was now injured and no longer an immediate threat.

“Who ARE you? Why do you want to kill me?” asked the chief again.

“You will have to ask Death himself!” The assassin did not elaborate. He would never reveal secrets even to a person he considered already dead.

As he spoke, the assassin lunged once again.

Whoosh.

Once again, they only saw the flash of a blade. They could not see where the assassin attacked for he was too fast. Even the chief could barely see the trail.

There was no time for the chief to yell, for when his mouth opened, the assassin had already sheathed his blade. He had missed the opportunity to warn his men.

“Aaaahh…”

…

Once again, a batch of guards in front of the chief collapsed in a pool of blood. They were no match for the assassin, completely defenceless against his attacks.

“Everyone MOVE! I’ll do it myself!”

The chief released a mighty roar, drawing breaths to focus his douqi and forcing his body to ignore its pain. There was no choice, he had to fight the assassin himself.

If he did not do something, more lives would be sacrificed for him!

The assassin smirked with a hint of delight as if he had won.

“Chief!” shouted the guards helplessly. They called themselves guards yet they could not protect their own leader. They watched as their chief steeled himself to fight.

Slash!

The assassin’s move was calculated to slash across the chief, his blade still invisible to the untrained eye. It was just a blade of wind.

“?!”

The chief was no ordinary man either, dodging the attack in a second. However, the guard behind him was not as lucky, literally slashed into two halves.

His heart grew colder. The enemy before him was too powerful. He could possibly drag out the fight if he wasn’t injured, though he believed he would still lose in the end.

Right now, he was injured. Even if he forced his body to fight, he knew he could not sustain much longer. He prayed for someone to arrive soon.

But who? Not many people in his tribe were better fighters than himself, and they were all outside the tribal lands.

“One-Blade Death!”

The assassin would not give him more time to think. He was in a hurry to end the fight, using one of his deadliest tactics.