[136] An Old Friend Breaks His Sword, The Demon Rises a Hundred Feet (Seeking monthly tickets, recommendations, and subscriptions)_1

The night of the assassination attempt on November 2nd left Da Peng City split between joy and sorrow.

Overnight, the stronghold of the Old Gods Association secretively planted in Da Peng City had vanished into thin air.

If Jiang Xinrun remembered correctly, he had already seen Da Peng City's official report by the next morning, which clearly indicated the complete eradication of the Old Gods Association's stronghold in Da Peng City.

Silver Art...

Suddenly, that name came to mind.

He also witnessed that person.

Jiang Xinrun paused suddenly.

That's right, the initial report suggested that both the strength-ranked 17 assassin and that guy called Black Shark were only suspected to be dead.

"So, you didn't die after all."

Jiang Xinrun couldn't help but feel emotional, he suddenly reached to touch his forehead, and to his surprise, it was bleeding.

He didn't understand.

Why was it that so many people were attacking one, and yet no blood was seen?

And yet he was bleeding now.