"You've come all this way, and now you're leaving so soon?"
Just as the assassin fell to the ground, suddenly, a voice akin to a ghost echoed from behind him. The assassin was first stunned, then his complexion grew wildly pale, almost reflexively he lifted the gun in his hand!
Whoosh!
In the cold air, a barely detectable whizzing sound shot from a distance, followed by a muffled grunt from the assassin as half of his body became numb. He had just managed to get up when he fell back into the brush beside him.
"The people from the Hidden Blade Sect really don't know any manners, dirtying the hands on the host's territory like this!"
The voice of Yang Yifeng seemed to come from every direction, floating without anchor, turning the assassin's face deathly white in an instant!