"There aren't any signs! This old man has prided himself on being perceptive, acting only after thinking things through, yet I don’t even know who my opponent is. I've really landed myself in a sticky situation this time."

Han Sanhe felt like he was walking in a thick fog, not knowing what was in front and frustratingly, not knowing what was behind either; it was just a dense fog of mystery that surrounded him.

As for He Hanqing, he had severely underestimated him; he had thought that he was only a scholar. Looking at the pickle he was in now, the man was obviously a tough one to handle. Was it possible that he had offended some sort of martial master?

The waves of havoc were endless; the assassins who came had cultivation bases that were at least of the fifth peak.

The four-thousand-man troop was relentlessly attacked, being massacred at every turn. They kept losing members, each attack taking more men than the preceding one.

The youth in black wore a grim expression and said, "M