"What? The assassination failed?"
In the hall, the well-dressed middle-aged man crushed the teacup in his hand to pieces as he stared at Zhao Kui, who now lacked an arm.
"Just as I was about to succeed, Ye Xuan was suddenly aided by a master whose strength was unfathomable. I hadn't even caught a glimpse of the protector's shadow before my arm was cut off by them. That person must undoubtedly be a Martial Sect Master." Zhao Kui's complexion was one of dejection, the failure of the assassination was a great blow to him.
"Impossible, the Martial Sect Masters of the Ye family all died over a decade ago. It's absolutely inconceivable that they could still have such an expert!"