My name is Zhao Hen.

He is a shadow killer.

After many Shadow Dao warriors became emperors, they always felt that the word killer was not worthy of their realm, identity and status, so they gave themselves many fancy titles, as if they wanted to show off their transformation.

So fucking stupid.

People from the shadow path have always been killers.

Once a killer, always a killer.

What's wrong with being a killer?

Life by the sword, death by the sword.

Master yourself, master your enemies.

This is what a true shadow warrior should do.

Half a year ago, I paid for my life and assassinated a person. His name was Hua Wuque, and he was a Star Lord from the Hua family, the top family of the ancient tribe.

The reason for killing him is simple, because he has a price.

His head is very valuable.

Killers kill people and bear the consequences.

As expected, I was hunted down by the Hua family for revenge.

I felt tremendous pressure.

To my surprise, later, another big shot from the Hua family came to me and paid me a reward, asking me to help him kill another Hua family. If he succeeded, he would cancel the Hua family's pursuit of me.

I agreed.

It's not because I'm afraid of the Hua family.

It's because he paid a high price.

I'm not short of money.

But as a killer, you can't refuse the mission.

My target has ordinary cultivation and has not yet become an emperor. To me, killing him is as simple as breathing.

But the employer had his own plans.

I hate employers who have their own ideas.

But he paid double the price.

I said, I am not short of money.

But I have to respect money.

Therefore, in the past ten days, according to plan, I have not done anything.

But I didn't expect that the task target would appear in front of me at the last moment, and a dog following him would bother me relentlessly...

It was really destined that he should die in my hands today.

So I took action.

My sword stabbed the mission target.

But the dog next to him turned out to be surprisingly loyal. Before the mission target was instantly killed, he tried his best to knock me away...

Um?

This dog...

The bones are a bit hard.

…

…

"Brother, let's go quickly."

Lin Beichen bumped the waiter with his shoulder, pulled Hua Wujian and left.

The singers and dancers in the room screamed in panic.

Gongsun Longquan also looked pale.

"No, I'm going to kill him."

Hua Wujian roared angrily.

The anger that had accumulated for more than ten days erupted like a tsunami.

How can you endure being unable to catch [Spirit Butterfly] and being plotted against by a little assassin who doesn’t know where he came from?

Counterattack.

Hua Wujian wants to fight back.

He grabbed a gorgeous and huge two-handed war hammer from the void with his backhand. His figure suddenly blurred, and the next moment he appeared in front of the waiter. The golden lines on the war hammer flickered, causing the surrounding air to distort the space.

It formed like a net, covering the waiter in it.

Combat Technique·Golden Hammer Trouble.

Yes.

His name is Hua Wu Jian.

But his natural weapon is the war hammer.

There was a sneer on the corner of the waiter's mouth.

The silver blade in his hand trembled slightly, and with a flicker of light, a thin white thread-like trace in the air cut through the space. Hua Wujian's war hammer and his right hand were cut off directly as the trace passed by...

At that moment, the silver blade light was like a dancing silver butterfly, so beautiful.

"Sting Butterfly!"

At this moment, Hua Wujian suddenly reacted.

Not a little assassin.

It’s the Emperor Realm Assassin [Sting Butterfly].

Huge fear surged over him, instantly making his anger and drunkenness disappear.

He never expected that the Emperor level assassin who he had been hunting down for ten whole days would appear in front of him on such an occasion and in such a way.

There is no joy at all.

This wasn't the way he expected.

I am definitely not the opponent of [Sting Butterfly].

You shouldn't have tried to fight back just now.

Courage disappears and the will to fight collapses.

"Brother, let's go quickly, I'll hold him back."

Lin Beichen rushed up, with a long sword in his hand, and the sword light spread all over the sky, and he rushed straight towards the 'Sticking Butterfly' without caring about his own safety.

At this moment, Hua Wujian was moved.

Brothers.

"Be careful yourself."

He turned and ran.

boom.

There was a violent explosion of zhenqi energy behind him.

Then Lin Beichen, who was covered in blood, flew out and fell heavily in front of Hua Wujian.

Blood flows.

All that was left of the sword in question was a bare hilt.

From the left chest to the right hip, there was a cut that was deep enough to reach the bone, the skin and flesh were turned out, and blood gushed out.

Just one face to face?

Hua Wu Sword is terrifying.

Unexpectedly, Li Shaofei's Holy Body Dao could not block the butterfly blade of [Stinging Butterfly].

Da da.

Behind him, an emperor-level assassin holding a butterfly blade invisible to the naked eye came walking in blood.

His pace was neither quick nor slow.

Like the god of death coming without rest, he enjoys the cruel beauty of harvesting life.
To be continued...