The words stopped abruptly as Ye Fengsheng leaped back a half-step, only to see two black Plum Darts firmly nailed to his previous position. Under the sunlight, the metal edges reflected a peculiar purple gleam, clearly indicating poison.
What kind of person is willing to sacrifice a finger to commit suicide?
Such a grand wager, even if led by assassins from the Fourteen States, wouldn't one be willing to participate?
How could Ye Fengsheng not know the target of the hunt? The people of the Fourteen States already viewed Ye Fengsheng as an unattainable honor. Once they had enough wealth and status, naturally, they desired fame!
If we can kill the enemy of the Fourteen States, Ye Fengsheng, with such immense power that no one can rescue him, then our status and honor at that moment will soar to unprecedented heights!
No one can refuse!
On the tree branch, his head was sweating, his face paler than paper, devoid of flesh.
