This adjutant had been personally trained by Qi Zhenguo.
He had spent twenty years training this adjutant, teaching him only one thing: assassination!
Furthermore, he was taught only a single move—a guaranteed kill with one sword strike!
For twenty years, day in and day out, the adjutant had drawn his sword thirty thousand times a day, all to perfect this one strike!
Qi Zhenguo wanted him to become a sword—a sword that kills, a sword that could die after its work was done!
This was a Death Warrior!
The adjutant knew full well that the moment he drew his sword, his own death was sealed. Because of this, his strike was all the more vicious and unstoppable!
He had never even considered leaving himself a way out.
His only thought was to kill Lin Han and get revenge!
Ten paces!
Five paces!
One pace!
Right on top of him!
In that instant, the tip of the sword seemed about to touch Lin Han's spine!
A cold glint flickered off the razor-sharp edge!
