"So they really can't hear us, uh?"
Xuan chuckled. He was somehow right behind all of them. At this point, they all knew they had fucked up big time.
The six remaining assassins jumped back away from Xuan, preparing a stance, ready to fight. One in the middle had quickly summoned his silver spear.
While two at both sides summoned the same weapon—a two-mouth rifle shotgun—aimed at Xuan.
"Fucking blast the bastard!"
Boom... Boom.
However, Xuan effortlessly leaped up above the released shots, and at the same time, the assassin with the spear also leaped up to knock Xuan down.
But it was the other way round. Xuan, who had leaped high, seemed to have vanished in mid-air and appeared in front of the assassin.
Covering the assassin's whole face with his palm, and from the air—Kabam—Xuan slammed the assassin so hard against the ground that it shook and even cracked.
