Chapter 463: Promotion to the Peak
Even though Jing Yan possessed the peak battle strength of the Dao Spirit Realm, he probably couldn’t withstand one or two attacks from Dark Night Master Yin.
Could it be that the person who came to Haofeng City to assassinate Jing Yan wasn’t Master Yin, but another Dark Night individual?
That didn’t seem right though!
City Lord Yuan Jihu had said that the Dark Night Assassin, from thousands of kilometers away, swung a sword at him that left him unable to respond. Obviously, it was Master Yin who had fought with Jing Yan. Furthermore, within the Dark Night organization, aside from Master Yin’s formidable strength, other assassins, even the Gold Medal Assassins, were mostly quite average in ability.
But what exactly was going on?
"Mr. Jing Yan, although slightly less powerful than that Dark Night Assassin, couldn’t be killed in a short period of time. However, if it dragged on for too long, Mr. Jing Yan would be in danger. Each time the Dark Night Assassin made a move, Mr. Jing Yan would get injured," Yuan Jihu recalled the scene he had witnessed and spoke earnestly.
"Chief Mu! At that time, Mr. Jing Yan probably didn’t want to implicate the people of Haofeng City in a great battle, so he took the initiative to lead the Dark Night Assassin away from the main part of Haofeng City. Their flying speed was too fast, and I couldn’t keep up. I don’t know how Mr. Jing Yan is doing now!" Yuan Jihu sighed lightly.
He didn’t say Jing Yan fled, but instead that Jing Yan left the main part of Haofeng City because he was worried about involving the city’s inhabitants. His words were quite skillfully put.
"How long ago did this occur?" Mu Liantian still couldn’t figure out by what means Jing Yan could contend with Daoist Realm Martial Artist Master Yin.
"It’s been about a week! Mr. Jing Yan hasn’t returned these past few days, and that detestable Dark Night Assassin hasn’t returned either. Chief Mu, do you know the identity of that Dark Night Assassin? His strength really is too formidable!" Yuan Jihu, recalling the black sword light that had swept toward him, couldn’t help but shiver once more.