The black-clad, black-masked assassin steadied himself. Without a moment's hesitation, he stomped his feet and bolted toward the pitch-black mountain forest, even abandoning his black sword.
One failed strike meant a thousand-mile retreat.
He was an assassin. The instant he realized the immense power of his opponent, he chose to flee.
"Assist me."
Su Mu let out a cold snort. The ground cracked under his feet as he lunged forward.
Though they hadn't discussed a plan, Luo Anning acted with perfect tacit understanding, rushing forward and appearing behind Su Mu in an instant.
She spun, placing her longsword precisely under Su Mu's feet.
BOOM!
Su Mu tapped his foot on the blade, and power erupted.
Luo Anning staggered back several steps. A tide of blood surged within her, and an unnatural flush crossed her face.
She lifted her head and looked forward.
She saw Su Mu's skin begin to emit a faint golden glow, clearly visible under the moonlight.
'This is—'
