Li Shun's bodyguards formed a protective circle around him.

A few bodyguards had already fallen to the ground.

The throats of the deceased had been slit, their blood spurting out like a waterfall.

"Boss, run, we'll hold him back,"

The burly Alee stood sideways in front of Li Shun.

A bloodstain had appeared on his bull-like neck, the flesh turned inside out, his upper body dyed red with blood.

Yet this fierce big man showed no fear on his face.

Another one of Li Shun's chief bodyguards, Bai Yang, kept his distance, forming a protective angle with his boss.

There was a deep scratch on Bai Yang's cheek, bone deep.

However, his hand held a Little Knife horizontally in front of his chest, unmoving, his eyes fixed on the middle-aged man.

"Heh heh, do you think you can stop me?"

The Iron-faced Assassin let out a leisurely sigh.

He muttered, "Overestimating oneself is a sickness that must be cured."

In the next instant, his figure suddenly vanished.

In the dim light, a blade flashed as if it had appeared out of the dark void, leaving no trace, yet as fast as lightning.

"Boss, be careful!"

Alee lunged forward with a life-risking embrace, hugging fiercely.

The blade light suddenly curved, a diagonal arc cutting through the air, speeding towards Li Shun.

Nobody knew how the soul-chasing, life-snatching blade had bypassed the burly Alee and the three or four bodyguards who had sacrificed themselves to protect.

Li Shun felt a chilling Sword Intent coming at him.

The intense murderous aura made his throat's skin bristle with goosebumps.

He could already feel the coldness of the Assassin's blade.

Li Shun let out a loud shout and didn't dodge or avoid.

His Triangular Military Spike shot out like a venomous snake leaving its cave, stabbing fiercely forward.

Facing such a master, Li Shun had no power to fight back, he could only bet his life on this strike.

Not far away, Bai Yang also rushed over in perfect sync.

His whole being was like an angry arrow, Man and Sword as One, thrusting forward.

The two Martial Arts Masters were in a posture determined to perish together.

The Assassin let out a surprised noise, sidestepped to avoid, and the blade swept past at an angle.

Li Shun felt a sharp pain in his throat, while at the same time, Bai Yang let out a muffled grunt, three fingers on his right hand severed.

Turns out, the Assassin's single blade strike had wounded Li Shun, but the momentum was unspent as the blade swiped towards Bai Yang's throat.

Bai Yang instinctively raised his hand to protect his throat, losing three fingers in the process.

Alee, who had selflessly stood in front, clutched his own throat and his eyes bulged out.

His body, broad and majestic like a wall, crashed to the ground with a thunderous sound, blood spurting from within his throat.

He was dead.

The Assassin's shadowy figure, ghostlike and faster than the eye could follow, appeared again about five meters ahead.

His eyes behind the iron mask were cold, indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

With one strike, Alee was dead!

Li Shun and Bai Yang were seriously injured!

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, Li Shun would never have believed that there could be such fast movement technique and such fierce and invincible sword techniques in the world.

A sense of indescribable weakness suddenly surged in Li Shun.

Facing such a terrifying enemy, could he really escape with his life?

In his life, Li Shun had faced countless perils.

But he was tough by nature and would never give up on himself until the very end.

But this time, he had not yet been defeated, yet he had already succumbed to despair and collapse.

The enemy's power had even shattered Li Shun's courage and confidence to resist.

The iron-faced man nodded in appreciation, "Not bad, you're the second person to survive the second strike from me."

"Just hold out against the third strike, and I will spare you."

Li Shun glanced at Bai Yang.

Bai Yang's right hand was gushing blood rapidly, yet he seemed oblivious to it, gripping the little knife tightly, his gaze unblinking as he stared down the iron-faced assassin.

Li Shun touched the scar on his throat and couldn't help but shudder internally.

If Bai Yang hadn't thrown himself over in desperation, his own life would likely have been lost then and there.

Li Shun and Bai Yang listened to the assassin's words, exchanged a glance, and nodded slightly to each other.

In their hearts, there was no longer any thought of surviving.

Even if they were to die, they would drag this terrifying assassin to hell with them!

The assassin discerned Li Shun and Bai Yang's intentions, his expression still indifferent, with a trace of regret, "The two of you are indeed masters, what a pity, what a pity."

As he spoke, a cold light flickered in his eyes, and the murderous intent emanating from him surged like a tidal wave, soaring to the skies.

Almost all the bodyguards here were Li Shun's elite men, accustomed to bloody battles as a part of daily life.

However, upon feeling the overwhelming murderous intent from the assassin, each one of them became stiff like a frog stared down by a venomous snake, their hearts turning ice-cold.

Even Li Shun and Bai Yang felt the terrifying force of the opponent's full-powered strike.

Both narrowed their eyes involuntarily.

The overwhelming murderous intent that assailed them made it difficult for them to breathe in an instant.

Just at that moment, a nonchalant voice rang out.

"How about letting me try the third strike?"

Yang Fei had finally arrived.

Upon hearing this voice, Li Shun almost wept with joy.

The reason he had been struggling so desperately until now was precisely because he harbored a sliver of hope that Yang Fei would arrive in time.

This glimmer of hope for life, like a morning star in the darkness of night, had always kept Li Shun from giving up the struggle.

Strangely enough, as soon as Yang Fei's unruly voice sounded, the suffocating, breath-taking murderous intent in the hall on the third floor dissipated without a trace.

All the people exhaled deeply in relief.

A few helpers supported each other to avoid collapsing on the ground.

The iron-faced assassin turned around abruptly.

At the entrance to the hall, Yang Fei came in with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, swaying as he walked.

His eyes glittered with cold light.

And his roguish smirk conveyed an overwhelming aura that was impossible to confront directly.

Even though Yang Fei had fallen in rank, he had once been a Converting Energy Heavenly Grade master, just one step away from Core Formation and God Communicating.

Thus, the imposing presence of an Energy Transformation Master was enough to suppress the assassin's murderous intent.

"Big Brother Li, I'm late, I was taking a bath, changing clothes, had a late-night snack, and even took a quick break along the way, my apologies, my apologies."

Yang Fei bowed to Li Shun, wearing a mischievously sly grin.

Li Shun felt a great weight lift off his shoulders and replied with a wry smile, "You're just in time; otherwise, you'd have to collect my corpse."

"Hmph, you think that with backup, you don't have to die?"

The iron-faced assassin hummed lightly with indifference.

He glanced at Yang Fei, a sneer curling his lips, an expression full of mockery.

"Just a Mingjin Earth Grade waste, do you really consider yourself a savior?"

Martial Arts Masters of a high Realm usually can determine the cultivation level of masters of a lower Realm.

The iron-faced assassin took one look at Yang Fei and let out a series of piercing, chilly laughs, "Young man, if you can take one strike from me, you win, and I'll leave without a word."

Li Shun, a Dark Strength Yellow Grade master himself, could only stare wide-eyed at Yang Fei, at a loss for words.

"Brother, what… what happened to you?"

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