"There actually exists such an enormous quantity..." A cool voice came from behind Li Ye.
The Little Mad King lay on Li Ye's back as if weightless, one arm loosely around his neck, the other resting on his shoulder.
Not worried about strangling Li Ye to death... Xia Ming speculated, if the Champion were backstabbed, could he react in time?
And yet, she seemed completely unaware of any improprieties in this posture, continuing calmly to analyze: "Are these... accumulated from the collapse of various Alien Race civilizations and dynasties throughout the ages?"
"Yes." Xia Ming's gaze quickly swept over the Little Mad King's stance.
If it weren't for Chang Hui having previously highlighted the special relationship and absolute trustworthiness of this mysterious assassin and the Champion in the intelligence, he might find it very hard to believe that such a powerful assassin existed.
