Chapter 347: Daunting Spirit

Standing in front of the mahogany double doors, the fox-masked intruder hadn't even made contact with the door handles yet when he felt the hairs behind his neck rise, his instincts screaming for his to move out.

Barely missing the quick, silver sheen onslaught that successfully sliced a few strands of his hair, the fox-masked intruder arched his upper body backwards and did a backflip to give himself a considerably wide space away from his attacker.

"You sensed me." The malignant force presented himself, occupying the point near where he stood once.

He brandished a Japanese sword, a katana, in the air; the place where his neck was suppose to be.

The fox-masked intruder didn't replied.

Donned in all black with a full-face mask, his attacker slowly faced him in a lazy manner. He tilted his head at him like curious cat, nonchalantly tapping the dull side of his katana on his shoulder.