"Who sent you? I can pay double the price for my life," Yan Yuchu's eyes suddenly narrowed as he said in a deep voice. Although both were seriously injured, he had completely exhausted his Qi with the sword strike he had just performed, and now he couldn't muster any strength at all. Yet, the assassin clearly still had reserve strength, enough to kill him without a problem.
"I shouldn't say much, but seeing that you've achieved so much at such a young age, I'll let you die knowing why. You simply should never have been born!" After saying this, the assassin thrust his sword forward.
"What do you mean, 'let me die knowing'?" Yan Yuchu stared blankly, obviously not understanding the assassin's words, and cried out in despair.
Even though the assassin was also gravely injured, the power of this sword strike was still no less than that of a Great Sword Master, which was far beyond what he could withstand at the moment.
