Mu Hanyan had expected the assassin to exchange a few useless words with Yan Yuchu, giving her the chance to strike from behind. Unexpectedly, this fellow was so clean and efficient, not uttering a single unnecessary word. Even when facing her and Mu Ziqing, those two disdainful snorts were all part of sharpening the blade without missing a chop, and his claps were nonchalant and effortless.
Evidently, this was a true professional assassin whose rule of survival was murder!
Seeing that the longsword was about to pierce Yan Yuchu's chest, Mu Hanyan dared not continue feigning death any longer. Her fingers fiercely gripped the sword hilt, and just then, an unexpected change occurred.
"Heavenly Star Gathering, kill!" Stabbed in the chest, Yan Yuchu's face showed pain, yet a burst of red blood light suddenly erupted from his eyes as he shouted loudly.
