128: The assassin of the Divine Sword Sect

After a period of frantic running, the Host was somewhat exhausted, but he didn't dare to stop.

After all, once he stopped, the assassins behind him would catch up.

The Host still had a bright future ahead of him; he didn't want to die yet.

Rustle, rustle.

Behind the Host, there were still urgent footsteps.

These assassins hadn't stopped for a moment; they continued their pursuit.

"Boss, that Host is right ahead." A Black-Clothed Assassin raised his hand and pointed at the Host not far away.

These words were naturally heard by the Host. He sucked in a breath of cold air and tried his best to calm himself down.

And right at that moment.

The Host's running speed increased slightly; he didn't want to leave his life here.

The Black-Clothed Assassins moved very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they had caught up.

Holding their gleaming Long Sabers, the Black-Clothed Assassins wore solemn expressions.

After a long while.

The Host turned his head back, looking at the dark figures behind him.

"Can we talk about this, everyone? Don't kill me!" The Host backed against a wall and let out a long sigh.

"Not kill you? If you don't die, how will we complete our mission?" The Black-Clothed Assassins' faces were grim, and they maintained their serious expressions.

Immediately after.

The Host's expression changed, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Faced with such a situation, the Host didn't know what to do, yet he tried his best to stay calm.

"Don't you just want money? I have money! Just name a price, and I'll definitely meet your demands!" The Host wanted to fight for a chance to survive.

The Host sighed deeply; if there were any other way, he wouldn't be begging for mercy like this.

But right at that moment.

The leading Black-Clothed Assassin stepped forward, a cold glint bursting from his bright eyes.

At this moment.

The Black-Clothed Assassin was just a hair's breadth away from placing his Long Saber against the Host's neck.

After a long while.

The Host sighed once more.

If there were an opportunity.

The Black-Clothed Assassin certainly wouldn't be like this; he still intended to take the Host's life.

"I say, brothers, can we negotiate?" The Host retreated several steps, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

If there truly was no other way.

The Host was prepared to fight; he wanted to use every means possible to survive.

And right at that moment.

Li Changfeng, Nan Qingyue, and Zhang Yun had also quietly crept up, following behind the Black-Clothed Assassins.

Li Changfeng was well-hidden.

Those Black-Clothed Assassins actually didn't notice Li Changfeng's group.

Seeing this scene.

Li Changfeng was overjoyed; this was for the best.

"Master, should we strike now?" A cold glint burst from Nan Qingyue's eyes.

These Black-Clothed Assassins were being overbearing; if they didn't act now...

The Host would surely lose his life.

"It's fine, let's wait a bit longer." Li Changfeng's face was grim, and he wore a serious expression.

Then, a cold glint flashed in Li Changfeng's eyes; it seemed he already had a plan.

The Black-Clothed Assassins held their gleaming Long Sabers, cold glints bursting from their eyes.

"But, Sir, if you wait any longer, that Host is going to lose his life!" Zhang Yun's face was dark.

The Host had been surrounded by the Black-Clothed Assassins; these people looked ferocious and were ready to strike.

And right at that moment.

A cold glint burst from Li Changfeng's eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly.

The Host tried his best to stay calm, clenching his fists tightly.

"Just who sent you?" the Host questioned coldly.

"How could we tell you that!" The Black-Clothed Assassins' faces were grim, and they stood before the Host with their Long Sabers.

"Do you know who I am?" The Host deliberately put on a fierce front, feigning composure. "I am from Mulan Manor!"

"Do you guys know of Mulan Manor?"

"The World's Number One Immortal Family, Mulan Manor!"

The Host deliberately emphasized the name Mulan Manor, attempting to use it to scare off the Black-Clothed Assassins.

However, upon hearing it was Mulan Manor, the Black-Clothed Assassins remained calm.

Faced with this.

The Host panicked and swallowed hard.

After a long while.

A cold glint burst from the Black-Clothed Assassin's eyes, and he clenched his fists.

"Is Mulan Manor that strong? No matter how powerful, it can't compare to the Divine Sword Sect!" The corner of the Black-Clothed Assassin's mouth curled; he had long since made his plan.

Upon hearing this.

The Host's face darkened, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"So, you are from the Divine Sword Sect?" The Host let out a long sigh, assuming a wary posture.

And right at that moment.

With a grim expression, the Host raised his head and stared intently at the Black-Clothed Assassins.

A few days ago, the Divine Sword Sect had appointed a new Young Sect Leader.

And it was this Young Sect Leader who had turned the entire Divine Sword Sect upside down.

Following that, the Sect Leader of the Divine Sword Sect, Wei Donghai, was forced to leave and had no choice but to come to Mulan Manor for help.

"What audacity! Isn't the Divine Sword Sect an ally of Mulan Manor?" the Host shouted. "Aren't you afraid Wei Donghai will find out? You know what his methods are like!"

The Host deliberately said this, trying to force the Black-Clothed Assassins to retreat.

However, the Black-Clothed Assassins didn't fall for it; they pressed closer toward the Host step by step.

In the dark alleyway.

After hearing this exchange, Li Changfeng sucked in a breath of cold air, and the fire of anger in his heart was instantly ignited.

These shameless Black-Clothed Assassins.

They actually came to kill the Host and even used the name of the Divine Sword Sect.

They really weren't worried about causing more trouble for the Divine Sword Sect!

"Master, these people are truly detestable. They actually want to frame the Divine Sword Sect like this! What benefit do they get from doing this?" Nan Qingyue's face was grim, a cold glint bursting from her eyes.

If given the chance, Nan Qingyue would definitely teach these Black-Clothed Assassins a lesson.

"Don't worry, I won't let these people off easily. When the time comes, not a single one will escape." Li Changfeng's face was dark, and he wore a serious expression.

And right at that moment.

Zhang Yun's brow furrowed; he had spotted a figure!

"Sir, we should leave quickly. I just saw someone." Zhang Yun had a solemn expression, looking as if he were afraid of something.

However, seeing Zhang Yun like this, Li Changfeng became even more curious.

Just who could it be that would make Zhang Yun so afraid?

"Who did you see? How could they scare you like this?" Nan Qingyue said dismissively.

Nan Qingyue feared nothing; in this world, there was nothing that could make her afraid.

"People from the Gao Family! They're coming! Let's go quickly, or we won't be able to leave!" Zhang Yun was extremely nervous.