171 Chapter 170

Standing on the rooftops, the black-robed masked assassin had a serious expression on his face as he glanced at the two unknown cultivators bickering below. One looked like an old man with devilish white hollow eyes, he shivered just thinking about that gaze and how one look caused his subordinates to explode, body and soul.

Bringing his attention to the other cultivator, a perfect young man with unblemished skin if not for the small scar that ran down from his left eyebrow to under his eye. His hair was a sharp contrast of black and white; and although the young cultivator held an amicable expression as he argued with the devilish cultivator, the masked cultivator's back was covered in a cold sweat, his instincts warned that he would be dead if he dared to make a move.

'Shit! What hole did these monsters crawl out from!' He inwardly complained, his eyes turning towards the young miss of the Four Peaks Trade House.