Calmly walking on the Dead Slave's road of three hundred killing traps in the Ugly Cave, An Xi had this bit of confidence.
After all, the guy behind him carrying a baby on his back, despite being crippled, could kill fearsome demons and even toyed with supreme rulers.
But his arrogant demeanor left Ugly Cave's second-level assassins, disguised as "killing slaves," puzzled.
"Where does this trash from the Hai Cave get his confidence?"
"A cripple, a slave carrying a baby on their back, and this guy is the most arrogant. He must have some backing."
"Tch, how does it matter if he's from the Hai Cave?"
"Hmph, I'll go see him!"
...
"What do you want?"
Seeing someone suddenly appear, An Xi cocked an eyebrow.
Ugly Cave's frost-level assassin darkened his face, snorting coldly, "This is the road of traps, no passage!"
An Xi smirked, "We're looking for someone, Senior Sister Lingdang, ever heard of her?"
