In the forest clearing.
"Sss..."
Chen Yuan took a sharp breath as he looked at the withered, scorched corpse on the ground. The body, only recently deceased, still radiated residual might that sent shivers down his spine and instinctively put him on guard.
Against this person, he probably wouldn't last three rounds.
No, he might even be killed instantaneously.
The Taoist, Dan Dingzi, swept away the ashes with his horsetail whisk.
He sniffed the pungent, bloody stench that rose and said solemnly,
"This is the Heavenly Demon Blood Evil Qi. The assassin is from Blood Hidden Tower."
Chen Yuan's eyebrows furrowed deeply:
"Blood Hidden Tower, the world's number one assassination organization?"
Lu Chenzhou had heard of it.
