Yang Lian'Er's mind raced, her expression turning grim.
Because she had once encountered a Martial Artist from the East Sea who practiced the Hidden Killing Skill while traveling with Aunt Fan. Their bizarre and unpredictable methods were truly beyond an ordinary person's comprehension.
And now, the three of them had fallen into the assassins' trap. The situation was dire.
Only Wu Liangchen remained calm. He drew his blade and continued forward.
Suddenly, a rift appeared in the fog beside him. A flash of a blade, nearly invisible to the naked eye, stabbed straight toward Wu Liangchen's left ribs.
The entire process was silent, strange, and vicious.
But this was the moment Wu Liangchen had been waiting for. Almost at the instant the blade flash appeared, the pebbles in his hand had already flown out.
Eight pebbles were enough to block off all of the opponent's escape routes.
