Old Xue gazed at the crimson gleam on Bai Yuan's blade and couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh.
The chance to fight alongside the Blood Tiger Saber once more filled him with pure exhilaration.
It would be worth it, even if it meant death.
Bai Yuan rolled his eyes.
'His master's habit of posturing before a big fight really wasn't great; it had zero practical value.'
The lean, middle-aged man lost his patience, whipping the iron chain in his hand through the air.
Bai Yuan and Old Xue worked together with flawless coordination.
Old Xue met the elusive iron chain head-on while Bai Yuan circled nearby, waiting for an opening.
This assassin, Si, wasn't like Old Xue, a Strong Internal Martial Artist who had forced his way through the barrier. Si was in his prime, his strength clearly a cut above the old man's.
Bai Yuan's current strength was no match for Si, but his occasional, vicious strikes still forced the assassin to fall back on the defensive.
