Zhang Zitong was stunned. She instinctively rolled to the side to avoid the lethal slash, but her body was restricted, so she couldn't use ki to counterattack. When she saw the blade slash at her again, she no longer had the strength to avoid it. She could only watch it descend in despair.

Suddenly, she felt a bit of relief. Either way, death was what she had been looking for. It didn’t make that much of a difference whether she died to poison or to this blade.

However, after the blade struck her, she likely wouldn’t look so pretty anymore, right? She really didn’t want Sir Eleven to return and see such an ugly scene.

Suddenly, a fist smashed toward the blade, knocking it away. An imposing figure appeared in front of Zhang Zitong, making her heart skip a beat. It was Sir Eleven!

Zu An looked at the black-clad individual across from him. Their clothes were wrapped firmly around their body and he couldn't detect any special characteristics. The assassin had clearly come...