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The rogue moved. Instead of dodging or blocking like an ordinary swordsman, he stepped straight forward into the face of the sky full of black feathers.

With just one step, the soil beneath his feet instantly cracked, and an extremely violent dark aura erupted from his body, forcing the surrounding thick fog back three zhang!

The Tang sword in his hand was finally drawn completely, transforming into a streak of silver lightning.

There are no fancy sword flourishes, no complicated moves, only the purest and most extreme slashing!

"Jingle bells!"

The dense clanging of metal, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, created a series of ear-piercing sonic booms in the valley.

The bad guy swung his Tang sword in mid-air, creating an impenetrable silver light screen. The black feathers that were strong enough to pierce metal and stone were all mercilessly cut in two the moment they touched the light screen, falling helplessly to the muddy ground.

What's even more frightening is that this scoundrel didn't stop moving at all.

As he swung his sword to cut off feathers, he charged straight toward the direction where the black crow was hiding in the thick fog with an extremely strange and tyrannical gait!

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"How is this possible?!"

The black crow, hiding in the canopy of a towering ancient tree, finally changed its expression.

His prized hidden weapon skills were not only completely countered by his opponent, but the opponent also managed to accurately lock onto his vital energy amidst such a dense barrage of attacks!

"Who exactly is this person? When did such a monster appear in South Korea?"

Mo Ya was horrified. The long, narrow straight sword in that man's hand, and the brutal swordsmanship that disregarded defense and sought only to kill, did not belong to any of the schools of thought among the Hundred Schools of Thought!

Han Fei, standing at the rear, had completely forgotten the danger, his peach blossom eyes gleaming with wisdom and contemplation.

"Such domineering swordsmanship, such pure killing intent..." Han Fei thought to himself.

"Among the seven kingdoms, there are very few who excel in swordsmanship. This person's martial arts style is extremely unfamiliar, definitely not that of an ordinary江湖草莽 (jianghu caomang, a term referring to unskilled martial artists). Why did he save me?"

Han Fei's mind flashed through the faces of various forces in Xinzheng City.

Ji Wuye? Impossible, he's the one who sent this assassin.

The Prime Minister Zhang Kaidi? Impossible. Even if he did, why would he send someone to protect him?

Father? Even less likely.

Then, there is only one possibility left: this force is a powerful newcomer that has just entered the game in Xinzheng!

"Could it be..." The image of Li Chengze suddenly appeared in Han Fei's mind.

Just as Han Fei's thoughts were racing, the situation on the battlefield had undergone a dramatic change.

"boom!"

The Bad Guy leaped up, his Tang-style sword carrying the force of Mount Tai crashing down, and fiercely slashed at the ancient tree where Mo Ya was hiding!

The thick trunk was split in two like fragile tofu under this cut, wood chips flew everywhere, and the huge canopy collapsed with a crash!

A black blur darted out from the treetops, tumbling through the air before landing on a boulder a dozen paces away. It was Mo Ya, draped in a black feathered cloak.

At this moment, Mo Ya no longer possessed the arrogant and carefree demeanor he had displayed before. His chest heaved violently, a few stray strands of hair clung to his cheeks, and his eyes held an unprecedented solemnity.

He glanced down and saw a long gash cut into his prized black feather cloak. If he hadn't retreated quickly enough, that cut would have disemboweled him!

"Such a fast blade." Mo Ya stared intently at the Bad Guy who had landed on the other side, his voice low and deep, like the roar of a wild beast.

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The bad guy remained silent.

Beneath the demon mask, those emotionless eyes were coldly fixed on Mo Ya.

He slowly raised his Tang Hengdao sword, the tip pointing at Mo Ya's throat. He stomped his foot and transformed into a black lightning bolt, charging forward like a leech!

Faced with this relentless, mad dog-like attack, Mo Ya's brows furrowed tightly.

He is an assassin.

What are the criteria for an assassin?

Hidden in the shadows, searching for weaknesses, striking with deadly precision, then fleeing a thousand miles away.

Now, the situation has become extremely bad.

Not only did he expose his whereabouts and lose his advantage in the assassination, but his speed and hidden weapons, which he was so proud of, were completely ineffective against this masked man whose martial arts were unfathomable and whose moves were wide and sweeping.

"The mission has failed; there's no need to linger."

Mo Ya made a decision in an instant.

As the Tang Hengdao of the Bad Guys was already slashing towards him with a piercing sound, a resolute look flashed in Mo Ya's eyes, and he suddenly formed a strange hand seal in front of his chest.

"Bang!"

A huge cloud of black smoke exploded at his feet in an instant!

Accompanied by a chilling cawing sound, hundreds of black crows emerged from the smoke, swarming towards the Bad Guys like a black tornado, severely obstructing their vision and senses.

"Whoosh!"

Tang Hengdao, a member of the Bad Guys, sliced ​​through the air with ease, instantly creating a bloody path through the flock of crows before him, with black feathers and blood raining down from the sky.

However, when he broke through the crows' obstruction and slashed at the boulder with his sword, there was a loud crash and the rocks flew everywhere, but there was no trace of the black crow on the boulder.

Only a few black feathers swirled in the night wind and slowly drifted down.

The Bad Guy slowly sheathed his Tang sword, standing there like a black statue.

He slightly raised his head, his gaze beneath the mask sweeping across the thick fog like a hawk's, while simultaneously holding his breath and amplifying his senses to the extreme.

The sound of the wind, the rustling of leaves, and the occasional chirping of insects in the distance...

A moment later, he confirmed that the chilling aura belonging to Mo Ya had completely disappeared into the depths of Broken Soul Valley.

The assassin had indeed escaped under the cover of the crows.

"Clang."

Tang Heng sheathed his sword, producing a crisp metallic scraping sound.

The Bad Guy turned around and, from a distance of more than ten steps, quietly glanced at Han Fei.

Then, without uttering a single word, his figure flickered, like a drop of ink merging into the night, instantly disappearing into the vast white mist, as if he had never existed at all.

The valley returned to its deathly silence.

Only the pile of severed black feathers on the ground and the ancient tree that had been cleaved in two by a single stroke testified to the incredibly fierce battle that had just taken place here.

Han Fei stood there, holding the lantern that had long since gone out, and thoughtfully stroked his chin.

"They come without a trace and go without a word, saving people without even saying goodbye."

Han Fei was already 80-90% certain that the master of that mysterious force was Li Chengze.

But he won't say it without solid evidence.

Han Fei shook his head, temporarily suppressing the jumbled thoughts in his mind.

He turned around and, once again by the faint moonlight, carefully searched the area that had been ravaged by war and the fierce battle that had just taken place.

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"Whoosh!"

Tang Hengdao, a member of the Bad Guys, sliced ​​through the air with ease, instantly creating a bloody path through the flock of crows before him, with black feathers and blood raining down from the sky.

However, when he broke through the crows' obstruction and slashed at the boulder with his sword, there was a loud crash and the rocks flew everywhere, but there was no trace of the black crow on the boulder.

Only a few black feathers swirled in the night wind and slowly drifted down.

The Bad Guy slowly sheathed his Tang sword, standing there like a black statue.

He slightly raised his head, his gaze beneath the mask sweeping across the thick fog like a hawk's, while simultaneously holding his breath and amplifying his senses to the extreme.

The sound of the wind, the rustling of leaves, and the occasional chirping of insects in the distance...

A moment later, he confirmed that the chilling aura belonging to Mo Ya had completely disappeared into the depths of Broken Soul Valley.

The assassin had indeed escaped under the cover of the crows.

"Clang."

Tang Heng sheathed his sword, producing a crisp metallic scraping sound.

The Bad Guy turned around and, from a distance of more than ten steps, quietly glanced at Han Fei.

Then, without uttering a single word, his figure flickered, like a drop of ink merging into the night, instantly disappearing into the vast white mist, as if he had never existed at all.

The valley returned to its deathly silence.

Only the pile of severed black feathers on the ground and the ancient tree that had been cleaved in two by a single stroke testified to the incredibly fierce battle that had just taken place here.

Han Fei stood there, holding the lantern that had long since gone out, and thoughtfully stroked his chin.

"They come without a trace and go without a word, saving people without even saying goodbye."

Han Fei was already 80-90% certain that the master of that mysterious force was Li Chengze.

But he won't say it without solid evidence.

Han Fei shook his head, temporarily suppressing the jumbled thoughts in his mind.

He turned around and, once again by the faint moonlight, carefully searched the area that had been ravaged by war and the fierce battle that had just taken place.

"Whoosh!"

Tang Hengdao, a member of the Bad Guys, sliced ​​through the air with ease, instantly creating a bloody path through the flock of crows before him, with black feathers and blood raining down from the sky.

However, when he broke through the crows' obstruction and slashed at the boulder with his sword, there was a loud crash and the rocks flew everywhere, but there was no trace of the black crow on the boulder.

Only a few black feathers swirled in the night wind and slowly drifted down.

The Bad Guy slowly sheathed his Tang sword, standing there like a black statue.

He slightly raised his head, his gaze beneath the mask sweeping across the thick fog like a hawk's, while simultaneously holding his breath and amplifying his senses to the extreme.

The sound of the wind, the rustling of leaves, and the occasional chirping of insects in the distance...

A moment later, he confirmed that the chilling aura belonging to Mo Ya had completely disappeared into the depths of Broken Soul Valley.

The assassin had indeed escaped under the cover of the crows.

"Clang."

Tang Heng sheathed his sword, producing a crisp metallic scraping sound.

The Bad Guy turned around and, from a distance of more than ten steps, quietly glanced at Han Fei.

Then, without uttering a single word, his figure flickered, like a drop of ink merging into the night, instantly disappearing into the vast white mist, as if he had never existed at all.

The valley returned to its deathly silence.

Only the pile of severed black feathers on the ground and the ancient tree that had been cleaved in two by a single stroke testified to the incredibly fierce battle that had just taken place here.

Han Fei stood there, holding the lantern that had long since gone out, and thoughtfully stroked his chin.

"They come without a trace and go without a word, saving people without even saying goodbye."

Han Fei was already 80-90% certain that the master of that mysterious force was Li Chengze.

But he won't say it without solid evidence.

Han Fei shook his head, temporarily suppressing the jumbled thoughts in his mind.

He turned around and, once again by the faint moonlight, carefully searched the area that had been ravaged by war and the fierce battle that had just taken place.

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Tang Hengdao, a member of the Bad Guys, sliced ​​through the air with ease, instantly creating a bloody path through the flock of crows before him, with black feathers and blood raining down from the sky.

However, when he broke through the crows' obstruction and slashed at the boulder with his sword, there was a loud crash and the rocks flew everywhere, but there was no trace of the black crow on the boulder.

Only a few black feathers swirled in the night wind and slowly drifted down.

The Bad Guy slowly sheathed his Tang sword, standing there like a black statue.

He slightly raised his head, his gaze beneath the mask sweeping across the thick fog like a hawk's, while simultaneously holding his breath and amplifying his senses to the extreme.

The sound of the wind, the rustling of leaves, and the occasional chirping of insects in the distance...

A moment later, he confirmed that the chilling aura belonging to Mo Ya had completely disappeared into the depths of Broken Soul Valley.

The assassin had indeed escaped under the cover of the crows.

"Clang."

Tang Heng sheathed his sword, producing a crisp metallic scraping sound.

The Bad Guy turned around and, from a distance of more than ten steps, quietly glanced at Han Fei.

Then, without uttering a single word, his figure flickered, like a drop of ink merging into the night, instantly disappearing into the vast white mist, as if he had never existed at all.

The valley returned to its deathly silence.

Only the pile of severed black feathers on the ground and the ancient tree that had been cleaved in two by a single stroke testified to the incredibly fierce battle that had just taken place here.

Han Fei stood there, holding the lantern that had long since gone out, and thoughtfully stroked his chin.

"They come without a trace and go without a word, saving people without even saying goodbye."

Han Fei was already 80-90% certain that the master of that mysterious force was Li Chengze.

But he won't say it without solid evidence.

Han Fei shook his head, temporarily suppressing the jumbled thoughts in his mind.

He turned around and, once again by the faint moonlight, carefully searched the area that had been ravaged by war and the fierce battle that had just taken place.

"Whoosh!"

Tang Hengdao, a member of the Bad Guys, sliced ​​through the air with ease, instantly creating a bloody path through the flock of crows before him, with black feathers and blood raining down from the sky.

However, when he broke through the crows' obstruction and slashed at the boulder with his sword, there was a loud crash and the rocks flew everywhere, but there was no trace of the black crow on the boulder.

Only a few black feathers swirled in the night wind and slowly drifted down.

The Bad Guy slowly sheathed his Tang sword, standing there like a black statue.

He slightly raised his head, his gaze beneath the mask sweeping across the thick fog like a hawk's, while simultaneously holding his breath and amplifying his senses to the extreme.

The sound of the wind, the rustling of leaves, and the occasional chirping of insects in the distance...

A moment later, he confirmed that the chilling aura belonging to Mo Ya had completely disappeared into the depths of Broken Soul Valley.

The assassin had indeed escaped under the cover of the crows.

"Clang."

Tang Heng sheathed his sword, producing a crisp metallic scraping sound.

The Bad Guy turned around and, from a distance of more than ten steps, quietly glanced at Han Fei.

Then, without uttering a single word, his figure flickered, like a drop of ink merging into the night, instantly disappearing into the vast white mist, as if he had never existed at all.

The valley returned to its deathly silence.

Only the pile of severed black feathers on the ground and the ancient tree that had been cleaved in two by a single stroke testified to the incredibly fierce battle that had just taken place here.

Han Fei stood there, holding the lantern that had long since gone out, and thoughtfully stroked his chin.

"They come without a trace and go without a word, saving people without even saying goodbye."

Han Fei was already 80-90% certain that the master of that mysterious force was Li Chengze.

But he won't say it without solid evidence.

Han Fei shook his head, temporarily suppressing the jumbled thoughts in his mind.

He turned around and, once again by the faint moonlight, carefully searched the area that had been ravaged by war and the fierce battle that had just taken place.

"Whoosh!"

Tang Hengdao, a member of the Bad Guys, sliced ​​through the air with ease, instantly creating a bloody path through the flock of crows before him, with black feathers and blood raining down from the sky.

However, when he broke through the crows' obstruction and slashed at the boulder with his sword, there was a loud crash and the rocks flew everywhere, but there was no trace of the black crow on the boulder.

Only a few black feathers swirled in the night wind and slowly drifted down.

The Bad Guy slowly sheathed his Tang sword, standing there like a black statue.

He slightly raised his head, his gaze beneath the mask sweeping across the thick fog like a hawk's, while simultaneously holding his breath and amplifying his senses to the extreme.

The sound of the wind, the rustling of leaves, and the occasional chirping of insects in the distance...

A moment later, he confirmed that the chilling aura belonging to Mo Ya had completely disappeared into the depths of Broken Soul Valley.

The assassin had indeed escaped under the cover of the crows.

"Clang."

Tang Heng sheathed his sword, producing a crisp metallic scraping sound.

The Bad Guy turned around and, from a distance of more than ten steps, quietly glanced at Han Fei.

Then, without uttering a single word, his figure flickered, like a drop of ink merging into the night, instantly disappearing into the vast white mist, as if he had never existed at all.

The valley returned to its deathly silence.

Only the pile of severed black feathers on the ground and the ancient tree that had been cleaved in two by a single stroke testified to the incredibly fierce battle that had just taken place here.

Han Fei stood there, holding the lantern that had long since gone out, and thoughtfully stroked his chin.

"They come without a trace and go without a word, saving people without even saying goodbye."

Han Fei was already 80-90% certain that the master of that mysterious force was Li Chengze.

But he won't say it without solid evidence.

Han Fei shook his head, temporarily suppressing the jumbled thoughts in his mind.

He turned around and, once again by the faint moonlight, carefully searched the area that had been ravaged by war and the fierce battle that had just taken place.