His face covered by a lead-colored mask, the assassin with white temples immediately sensed that something was wrong.
At this moment, he had already moved away from the area where Yue Qianfeng had sealed the Primordial Qi.
Gripping his weapon tightly, a blood-colored aura rose from his body.
A Cultivation Technique molded in the likeness of the Dharma Form took shape as a blood-red, ferocious wolf at his side, its paws pressing into the ground as its gaze, grim and foreboding, swept the surroundings, and said, "Good, good zither sound affecting form, I didn't expect there to be such an expert here."
"Those with profound Inner Strength can kill a person with a plucked leaf or a flown petal."
"The so-called supreme Primordial Spirit of the Taoist path can also kill with zither sound, with the strings' sound like a sword, splitting mountains and parting seas, all within a single tune, but I don't know, which esteemed sir has come today? I am not skilled, but I am willing to learn."