Chapter 11: The Assassins in the Dark

Tianming stood at the edge of the training ground of White Eagle Sect, his senses sharpened. The wind carried the faint rustle of leaves, but something about it felt unnatural.

Too controlled. Too deliberate.

Jiang Chen had warned him earlier. "Mu Qingfeng won't act openly. He'll send others to do his dirty work."

Tianming smirked. Let them try.

He closed his eyes, focusing his spirit sense outward. The Celestial Jade of Primordial Chaos pulsed faintly in his chest, resonating with the world around him.

Then—movement.

A whisper of shadow. A flicker of steel.

Without hesitation, Tianming sidestepped just as a dagger slashed through the air where his throat had been.

His attacker landed softly on the ground—a figure clad in black, face hidden behind a mask. No words, only deathly silence.

An assassin.

And then another dropped down from the rooftop.

And another.

Ten in total.

Tianming's lips curled into a cold smile. "Is this all Mu Qingfeng could send?"