The Lock of Nonexistence pierced through the vehicle like an illusionary chain, spreading across the whole street, hanging in midair as if a crisscrossing prison, erasing any sense of existence from this space.
Mythical Weapon: Lock of Nonexistence.
—Liberate!
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For a fleeting moment, the three assassins at the front had already sprung into action.
All of them followed the Samurai Path, wielding Ying Province-forged katanas. Under the dim yellow light, the blade gleamed with an icy chill, tearing through the air and emitting a sharp wail like the cries of vengeful ghosts.
Bang! The driver's side door was slammed open.
A shadow of a monstrosity flickered past, clutching the edges of two katana blades in its hands, gripping them tightly.
Crack! A crisp sound echoed. The two assassins were stunned to discover their blades had been crushed barehandedly!
The third katana glimmered coldly, striking straight toward the Scholar's brow.
