135 Maybe The One From The Zijin Palace

The silver blades ripped through the rain streaks. With an exploding sound, the Qi and blood turned the heavy droplets of rain into a cloud of mist.

Surprisingly, these assassins who were wearing bamboo hats and straw raincoats all had incredible strength.

They were all on the same level as the Grandmaster!

The frightening pressure instantly filled the entire long street of the capital city. Even the rain streaks were slanted by the released force.

Holding the silver spear, Jiang Li sensed the pressure, which made it difficult for him to breathe.

A figure of a person suddenly appeared and blocked his line of sight.

The person wore a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat that concealed his face.

His blade swept across Jiang Li with no intention to kill. Yet it still made Jiang Li's hair stand on end.

Jiang Li thrust his spear forward and clashed with the person's blade. He stamped on the ground and splashed the water several feet high.