Ling Xiao's confusion grew heavier, and his curiosity intensified.
He suddenly laughed and leaped towards a martial artist who was fighting against the Skeleton General.
These six people were indeed strong, but they were different from the twenty assassins before.
An assassin's heart is resilient, refusing to yield even in the face of death, unwilling to reveal the mastermind behind them.
But these six were different. Although powerful, they were not assassins and might not hold such strong convictions.
The reason they wouldn't speak now was that they hadn't seen a threat of death.
Ling Xiao firmly believed that the stronger the martial artist, the more they feared death, because once dead, all their efforts would vanish completely.
Sword Spirit Eye·Slaughter Sword!
Suddenly, a cold Slaughter Sword appeared in his hand, exuding a terrifying intent to kill.
