Spirit Vessel

This trouble included assassins from the top organization on top of the Beiming Clan’s loyal death squad. A few top members of the last generation were involved as well. All in all, too many experts to count.

They didn’t only wish to kill Feiyun but also Long Cangyue.

With her dead and Princess Luofu being married off, no one would compete against Long Shenya. Any price was worth it in order to win the dynasty.

The entire area became ruins with smoke and dust everywhere. A chilling energy oozed out from the black clouds above, blocking away the sky.

Several figures were floating over in the obscured sky, completely hidden behind their black robes and black fog, resembling almost a black cocoon of sorts.

These were the top assassins who have stopped using their stealth techniques, wanting to finish this as fast as possible.

“They’re here, eight of them. Four are at fifth-level, the rest are weaker.” Cangyue said.

Ningshuai hid behind a broken wall and lamented: “Aiya, fifth-level assassins? They’re very rare.”

These five assassins were much different from the fifth-level ones before. They had a denser chilling aura, clearly holding the power of a half-step Giant.

The ones prior were members of the death squad trained by the Beiming Clan. They were certainly strong but couldn’t compare to these assassins at all. These were death gods; the supreme palace must have expended great resources to train them.

Feiyun stood before the torrential storm with his hair tied in a bun. His clothes stuck to his body like steel despite the wind. He transformed his weapon essence into a spear and suddenly flashed into disappearance.

“Pluff!” One of the weaker assassins died on the spot, pierced through the neck by the spear. His neck then exploded with blood flying everywhere.