C1213 The Broken Sword

No matter what secrets lay within the palace, Zhou Yan's current strength was insufficient to uncover them.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a short sword lunged at Zhou Yan's chest with a sinister gleam, its speed so swift it resembled the strike of a venomous snake.

"You're courting death!"

With a cold snort, Zhou Yan swung his hand in a powerful slap.

Bang!

The would-be assassin was flung to the ground