Those two numbers were 10. In other words, both these assassins were Bloodkill 10.

“Originally, we were a bit displeased when we received the order to kill you. We’ve never killed people with lower cultivation bases than us. But fortunately, you didn’t disappoint us. Otherwise, even if we killed you, it would be an unremovable stain on our lives,” said one of them.

Long Chen was truly shocked to learn that despite their terrifying assassination arts, they were only ranked tenth. Did the Bloodkill Hall really possess such a powerful foundation?

But hearing their arrogance, he sneered. “Stain? Are you joking? You shameless, despicable assassins care about stains? To kill people, you’ll use any means necessary. For profit, you’ll even kill your father, mother, and wife. You’ll casually use such despicable means, so are you trying to make me laugh to death?”

“You don’t comprehend. That is the art of killing. Only relying on brute force to fight has no suspense. Without adding some skill and tension into it, it’s a blasphemy...