In the woods.
"Hiss..."
Chen Yuan took a light breath, gazing at the dried, charred corpse on the ground. The body had just died, and the lingering pressure still made his mind tremble, his body instinctively on guard.
In front of this person, he probably wouldn't last three rounds.
No, he might be killed in an instant.
Dandingzi swept the ashes aside with his horsetail whisk.
He sniffed the wafting stench of blood, saying gravely:
"This is Heavenly Demon Blood Evil Qi. The killer is from the Blood Hidden Tower."
Chen Yuan's brows furrowed tightly:
"Blood Hidden Tower, the world's number one assassination organization?"
The Blood Hidden Tower—Lu Chenzhou had heard of them.
