Fei Yan's gaze was cold and indifferent.
Although he could not be considered an assassin, the number of souls taken by his hand was countless.
Killing the King of Hell had not stirred a single ripple in his heart.
Just as the dagger was about to pierce the King of Hell's throat, Xiao Xiao shouted loudly and collapsed to the ground.
But at that moment, Fei Yan's expression changed.
The hand holding the dagger suddenly stiffened.
Being an expert in safety, he was certain no one had ambushed him.
So, what happened?
As he stood there in shock, a figure dashed towards them.
Fei Yan's pupils shrank abruptly, and he quickly circulated the inner strength within his body.
By the time he regained the ability to move, the King of Hell had already been taken more than ten meters away by the newcomer.
Only then did he see clearly that the person was a young man in his twenties.
The air of a scholar was heavy upon him, much like a university student fresh out of school.