A black smoke-like figure swiftly passed before everyone, almost invisible to the naked eye. The only trace left behind was a series of lingering phantoms in the void.
The target of these phantoms was Lin Qingluo.
A sharp sword edge flashed through the void and aimed at her brow with lightning speed.
"Hmph! Overconfident!"
Lin Qingluo's eyes were cold as she stomped and retreated several meters back along with her chair. The sharp sword qi flew past her ear as a few strands of hair fluttered to the ground.
"Asking for death!"
At the same time, Lin Jinxu and Lin Jinyun's faces changed drastically. They drew their swords, attacking the assassin's ribs from the left and the right.
The sound of weapons clashing was piercing to the ears. In just a moment, the brothers had fought several moves against the assassin.
The assassin's skill was unpredictable and mysterious, able to face two opponents without any confusion.