A Deal With Li Xueying, the Countdown to the Black Blood Tower’s Destruction

Just as Li Xueying was about to die, a white figure suddenly appeared.

That figure standing before her was tall and slender, with an inexplicably stalwart air about him. It gave Li Xueying a comforting sense of security.

Meanwhile, the gold-masked assassin was held back three meters from that white figure. It was as if an invisible barrier was in his way, preventing him from reaching her with his attacks.

The next instant.

The huge golden palm immediately shattered and dispersed.

"Who the hell are you?!"

The gold-masked assassin said with much horror as he looked at the white figure that had appeared out of nowhere.

To think his full-strength attack was blocked so easily by that person?

His opponent's strength was clearly unfathomable.

"Who am I, huh? Hm… Let's just say I'm the one who's about to wipe out the Black Blood Tower."