The Fisherman Reaps the Benefits

Qingfeng's expression remained cold as the sharp sword in his hand resonated with a chilling hum.

"I'll only give you this one chance, Guisha. Will you still remain stubbornly misguided?"

Qingfeng had already shown mercy; otherwise, his earlier strike could have taken Guisha's life outright. His intentions were clear—he wanted to give this man one final opportunity.

However, Guisha remained indifferent, his face still bearing a mocking sneer.

This time, Guisha didn't attack directly. Instead, the surrounding air became saturated with a sinister blood aura, and in an instant, ten shadowy figures emerged from the darkness.

Upon seeing these figures, Qingfeng's expression darkened.

These were Guisha's personal assassins.

Although their strength wasn't on par with his, their movements were unusually elusive and unpredictable. Even Qingfeng would find it difficult to track their attacks.