"You are an imposter”
What they didn't realise was that their heads would roll alongside the imposters the second they let her know what they did. Peng Xiu was the hands-on type who preferred to slaughter her enemies with her own hand, just like the late demon king of the northern realm.
Unfortunately for the assassin, he had grossly underestimated his opponent. Xiang Yu caught sight of the man's movements at the corner of his eye. The figure cloaked in black darted between the trees and attacked him, but Xiang Yu sneered, swinging his dagger.
The man's eyes widened as a chill crept down his spine sensing incoming danger. He swiftly dodged the attack and managed to save his neck but he didn't escape unscathed. His cheek was slit leaving a deep gash.