In just a moment, Wang Anfeng's wrist moved, and the Divine Martial Sword suddenly accelerated based on its previous momentum.
The Divine Martial Sword slashed a streak of sword light in front of Xue Seventeen.
A searing sword mark was left on Xue Seventeen's clothes, the hem shattered, and even the specially treated assassin's attire turned to ashes while still in the air, with the ashes burning up entirely mid-air, leaving Xue Seventeen with a look of shock.
"This... Fourth Rank?"
In the next moment, his figure concealed itself within the night.
It seemed he finally realized something was amiss with the intelligence gather, and voluntarily fled into the distance.
Wang Anfeng held the sword with his right hand, following behind, while his left hand tightly pinched five fingers, Heavenly Secrets lingering, supplemented by causality, regardless of how skilled or elusive Xue Seventeen's movement technique was, he was always faintly trailing behind Xue Seventeen.
