Lin Kuang's gaze was calm as he watched them. The Nameless sword at his waist slowly slid from its sheath, its blade flashing with a cold light like ice and carrying a chilling aura. It seemed as if the very air within the estate had dropped several degrees with its unsheathing.
Seeing the sword in Lin Kuang's hand, the expressions of the Two Fiends grew grim. That blade was incredibly dangerous. The two exchanged a glance, each seeing the gravity in the other's eyes, but they had to make their move.
With that thought, their figures dashed forward. A pair of gleaming daggers shot toward Lin Kuang's heart from the front and back. From the very first moment, they launched a merciless attack aimed to kill in a single blow—the methods of assassins.
