Blood Evil wanted to use their numerical advantage to surround Ye Fan and the others, thinking that they would surely have the upper hand. The idea of killing him seemed like a fantasy. Wouldn't he run away?
But when the battle erupted, he was dumbfounded. All unrealistic ideas vanished, replaced by shock.
Before his eyes, more than twenty assassins were utterly no match for Qiu Wen and Zhang Lu.
Zhang Lu was doing alright, her strength wasn't much different from the assassins. But Qiu Wen was fierce, killing with ease as if cutting through vegetables. Any assassin who crossed her path didn't even have the chance to breathe before being killed in one strike. This situation intensified Zhang Lu's killing moves, slashing mercilessly, leaving the assassins' side in utter disaster.
"To her, killing us is as simple as squashing an ant." The assassins trembled with fear. Initially, their fearless demeanor vanished, replaced by terror.
