He tightly covered his right wrist, the anger in his eyes quickly turning to fear.
One move!
Just one move!?
Such a formidable person! Who exactly is this person...!?
Defeated him in one move, even though he was a Seventh Grade who hadn’t been in actual combat for a long ti, his speed and strength were still there.
Yet this person had found the flaw at the peak of his move and destroyed the Five-leaf Lotus Heart’s killing move in one attack!
"Who are you people!?" Zhong Qinglian still wanted to stall for ti. His eyes darted around, attempting to find a way to escape.
"Kill him," Zhang Rongfang said casually.
Xiang Ling and Tongxin behind him shuddered. They knew he was speaking to them.
Xiang Ling was fine, after all he wasn’t familiar with Zhong Qinglian.
But Tongxin’s heart bled.
He had spent a lot of money to hire Zhong Qinglian, and now.....
Both stepped forward, one drawing a standardized short sword.
Both were Sixth Grade, and their skills were honed from the Golden Roc Secret Record, which naturally made them far more formidable than the now-injured Zhong Qinglian.
After all, the Golden Roc Secret Record was an outstanding martial art, and it was particularly unique; the burden of a perfect Sixth Grade only equated to that of a typical Third Grade in other martial arts.
That is to say, if a genius with a Ninth Grade limit talent first perfected the Sixth Grade of the Golden Roc Secret Record, they could still train another martial art to the Sixth Grade.
Of course, this was the ideal scenario.
In reality, according to the Celestial Maiden Tong Chapter’s explanation, the Golden Roc Secret Record required extrely stringent conditions.
The biggest limitation of practicing this martial art was ti.
Being able to complete one layer in four years was already remarkable.
Xiang Ling and Tongxin had each only dual-cultivated two layers before they could go no further.
Despite this, the dual cultivation of these two layers brought them significant benefits.
Both wore masks and dressed in black, stepping forward.
The distinct white lines on their faces, different from the others, gave Zhong Qinglian a vague sense of foreboding.
What puzzled him even more was that one of the two seed vaguely familiar to him.
"You...."
He hurriedly opened his mouth to ask.
Swish!
In an instant, two shadows crossed in front of him.
Two short swords drew two bright silver lines.
Clang clang!
Zhong Qinglian, with one hand, managed to block the strike just in ti, but the combined force of the two still left him off-guard, adding a deep cut to his forearm.
Blood poured out imdiately.
He couldn’t muster any strength.
"Who the hell are you!?"
No one answered, two streaks of sword light flashed again, without any specific moves from Xiang Ling and Tongxin.
Just ordinary sword swings.
They both could feel the gaze of the spirit envoy behind them, a gaze as sharp as a knife, piercing to the bone.
If they showed any hesitation, the fate that awaited them would undoubtedly be the sa as Zhong Qinglian’s.
Two sword marks slashed across.
With no more obstacles, Zhong Qinglian’s chest was finally sliced open with a cross-shaped wound.
The wound severed his windpipe on one side and extended to his heart on the other.
"You..." He stared hard in the direction of Tongxin, seemingly recognizing the opponent at last.
But alas... it was too late.
Thud.
The body fell back, only the hissing sound of blood continuously flowing out.
"Clean up, we can leave now." Zhang Rongfang smiled faintly.
The two relaxed, quickly lowering their heads to assent.
Soon, nurous assassins from the Golden Wing Pavilion withdrew from the Tianxiang Guose Tower, taking with them not only their comrades’ bodies but a haul of money and treasures from the pavilions.
All sorts of treasure, silver coins, gold within the Tianxiang Guose Tower beca their spoils of war.
Zhang Rongfang was indifferent to these; he only wanted the varieties of precious items packaged out, along with the large denomination treasure notes, silver notes, gold, and jewels.
The rest of the petty cash was left for his subordinates to share.
As group after group of black-masked figures left, what remained of Tianxiang Guose Tower’s initial bustling prosperity was utter devastation.
The Golden Wing Pavilion’s people, from surprise attack to finish, spent less than three minutes altogether.
In between, apart from killing, there was only robbing. No delays whatsoever.
In the dead of night.
Zhang Rongfang and the two others walked slowly along the street, a team of Official n rushing in the direction from whence they ca.
But no one noticed the three who had changed their robes.
The assassins of the Golden Wing Pavilion, in normal tis, already appeared as ordinary residents. After the operation, they returned ho and vanished without a trace.
Zhang Rongfang wore a black cloak with silver trim reflecting slender glints under the street lamps, like rcury in motion.
"Today’s gains were not bad. You both worked hard." He looked at Xiang Ling and Tongxin without his mask, relaxed and appreciative.
"With you leading, we are sure to be undefeated. We just contributed a small effort...."
Xiang Ling slightly relaxed, flattering Zhang Rongfang while glancing sympathetically at Tongxin.
Beside him, Tongxin face was ashen, as if he had lost a family mber, his body still cold to the touch.
That was half of his assets!
In just one night, it was all robbed clean, ruined in an instant!
Two decades of accumulation... emptied in a day...
"Indeed."
Zhang Rongfang smiled.
"But why is Tongxin so downcast when everything went so smoothly?"
His piercing gaze fell on Tongxin.
The latter shivered all over, quickly lifting his head, forcing a harmonious smile.
"You misjudge, my lord, I rely caught a chill last night... and felt a bit breathless and sweaty after the action just now."
"Your heart is racing." Zhang Rongfang suddenly stopped. "Seems you are truly unwell."
"Yes... I may have accumulated so hidden injuries from martial arts practice, I beg your pardon." Tongxin suppressed his inner sorrow, not daring to show any flaw.
From the earlier situation, it was clear that this newly-ascended spirit envoy was far more murderous than the last.
It was laughable that they initially thought this person would be easy to deceive...
Now... now....
"Very well." Zhang Rongfang clapped lightly, "Originally, there were three programs planned for tonight, but since you, Tongxin, are unwell, then we’ll just handle one more and call it a night."
With these words, Xiang Ling and Tongxin both imdiately felt uneasy.
"My lord.... after one fight, Main Building mbers are already exhausted.... don’t you think...." Xiang Ling couldn’t help but speak up.
"No problem, I am very considerate of my subordinates." Zhang Rongfang responded with a smile.
"So..."
He looked up ahead.
The two others also looked up ahead.
Straight ahead, a burly figure in black clothing and a black mask strode out.
It was Duan Valley arriving just in ti.
Beside him was another graceful woman, Qingsu.
"Look, isn’t the replacent here?" Zhang Rongfang pointed ahead. "Next up, the second act, West City District, Dream Boat Association."
Behind him, Xiang Ling trembled violently.
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