Jun Xiaoyao was actually quite composed about this.
He had a Spiritual Lock on him, able to restrict his power.
So only then did these Celestial Prides of the Assassin Divine Dynasties dare provoke him like this.
"Bad people, you're all bad people..."
Xiaoxue shrank against Jun Xiaoyao's side, her crystal, gem-like large eyes filled with fear and disgust.
Jun Xiaoyao rubbed her little head, his expression still calm.
And just at this moment, a chain that seemed woven from holy light suddenly pierced through the void.
The end of the chain was attached to a Light Blade.
It was Heaven's twin assassins, unable to hold back, striking first.
You could say, whoever truly killed Jun Xiaoyao with their own hands—
regardless of whether the fame was good or bad—would definitely be remembered for billions of years.
For assassins, that counted as a kind of "honor."
Jun Xiaoyao's step flickered as he entered the void; one palm, casually pushed out, collided with the Light Blade chain.
