Translator: Aran

  The assassin had not even imagined that his sword strike that he had planned carefully even at the risk of lowering his status, would be perfectly dealt with by Ye Qingyu with that dream-like battle technique. What was even more terrifying was that, in that instant, he was struck back instead. A surge of cold yuan qi was destroying his body from the inside, causing him not help but spit out blood.

  Ye Qingyu lifted his hand, and there were constant moves that ..