A body had been pierced and blood flowed out. But what was doing the piercing was a lightning spear, not a sword. In an instant, a person in a mask had appeared behind Long Chen.

Long Chen didn’t look back. Still holding the lightning spear, he icily said, “You might be able to hide in thin air, but you can’t hide from my senses. Your assassination arts are just a joke in front of me.”

Suddenly, the lightning spear shook, and the assassin from the Bloodkill Hall exploded before they could make a sound.

Putting away the lightning spear, Long Chen continued forward. From the beginning to the end, Long Chen hadn’t even looked at the person.

Ever since coming into contact with the Bloodkill Hall’s assassins, Long Chen had lost count of how many times they had tried to assassinate him. Now, he could feel it whenever assassins from the Bloodkill Hall approached him.

So even though these assassins could suppress their auras, their heartbeats, their breaths, and their killing intent, they...