C50 The Shame of the Assassination World

Zhao Yu's nerves tightened.

For the first time, he witnessed someone fend off a Spirit Weapon with nothing more than a mundane blade.

Though their separation had lessened the saber aura's impact, the feat remained astounding.

The black-clad assassin moved with incredible speed. A mere tap of his toe on a boulder propelled him three or four meters in the blink of an eye