At the moment the assassin's dagger was about to strike, his movement suddenly paused, as if a pause button had been pressed.
Immediately afterward, as if dispersed wind and sand, from the dagger to the assassin's body, all turned into dust and disappeared.
Hiding on the rooftop, Fang Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. Ever since Aya was born, he had been using his Divine Sense to completely envelop the delivery room, fearing that Aya would be harmed in the slightest, more concerned than Aya herself.
This assassin dared to barge in and attack his wife, so Fang Zhou was not polite, directly turning him to ashes.
With Fang Zhou's protection, no one could harm the just-born Aya, let alone take her away.
However, in this way, history would change. Aya was supposed to disappear this night, but the assassins outside clearly didn't intend to take her, instead aiming to kill her on the spot.
"It seems we still have to take action."
