Chapter 33: Enemy Nation Cultivator
Yan Yu stepped out the door in his slippers, shuffling leisurely in the direction of the sound he had just heard.
Not far ahead, he saw Liu Longtao standing in the middle of the road. The ground, with him at its center, had caved in all directions, as if struck by a massive hammer.
Two corpses had toppled around him, with blood oozing from their seven orifices, undeniably dead—their Flying Swords lay nearby, similar in style to the short swords from before.
To tell the truth, if they had chosen an easier target, like Chen Lingyun, perhaps they might have had a chance to succeed.
However, unfortunately, these assassins had chosen the two strongest individuals in the battle teams, the least likely to fall victim to their attack…
"Nicely done, Old Liu, you resolved it all by yourself," Yan Yu remarked after inspecting the bodies for a moment, and casually asked, "No survivors?"