However, it was precisely this confidence that made the assassin hesitate. He wasn't sure if what Xiao Yifei said was true, but just from Xiao Yifei's confidence, the assassin was already sufficiently fearful. He stopped his hand and covered his chest again to prevent his blood from flowing out once more.
"Fine, I'll give you that," the assassin said to Xiao Yifei viciously. For the moment, the atmosphere fell into a stalemate. The assassin didn't dare to easily kill Xiao Yifei, and Xiao Yifei wasn't going to heal the assassin. After a while, the assassin sneered and said, "Some of the meridians in your heart have already been severed by me. Letting time drag on will not benefit you in the least."
The truth was indeed as the assassin said, because Xiao Yifei felt as though his entire body wasn't functioning properly. Where he should have had strength, he couldn't muster any, and fresh blood kept surging in his throat. Pale-faced, Xiao Yifei sneered and said, "The same to you."
