The man in black silently suppressed his aura and stepped into the courtyard without a sound.
The door was gently pushed open. Darkness flooded in through the crack like a tide, dyeing the room a murky black.
His gaze locked onto the sleeping figure on the bed as he approached, his steps steady.
Raising his longsword, the man in black suddenly struck, stabbing viciously toward Xiao Mo's heart!
The tip of the sword effortlessly pierced Xiao Mo's flesh. The sensation of breaking skin was distinct, and blood splattered.
With a twist of his wrist, he churned the blade inside the wound, simultaneously pouring Spiritual Power into it.
BANG!
With a loud explosion, Xiao Mo's body on the bed suddenly burst apart, dissolving into a mist of blood.
'He's dead... just like that?'
A flicker of doubt crossed the man's mind.
The target had died too easily. The job was done too quickly—so quickly that he felt a nagging sense that something was wrong.
