C450 He Was Scared Witless!

"How did he know we were split up?" the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator wondered, perplexed.

Wasn't the assassin concerned about walking into an ambush? Surrounded by ten Martial Kings, he would have no chance of survival, regardless of his strength.

It didn't make sense, but this wasn't the time to puzzle over it. With eight Martial Kings remaining