Lin Twelve!

Liu Wen stood paralyzed like he had been struck by lightning. He never thought that he would run into Lin Xun just after escaping from the hell of Mulberry Woodland. 

“Young Master, be careful!” Liu Wen roared.

His first reaction was to warn Ying Qiao. He no doubt had the potential of being a traitor. 

Pu!

But just as his voice rang out, a bloody hole split Ying Qiao’s throat. 

He was clearly caught off guard as his eyes were snapped wide with disbelief and his jaw dropped. He never imagined that he would suffer such a calamity. 

He was the young master of the Darkness Tribe imperial family!

He was a born assassin who walked in the shadows, and the empire cultivators turned pale at the mention of his name. 

But now, he was dead without him even being aware of the attack…

A fountain of scarlet blood shot out from his throat, splattering across Liu Wen’s face. Liu Wen was so startled that he couldn’t help but scream out loud. He almost collapsed to the ground. 

Is he dead?

Fear flooded Liu Wen. 

Ying Qiao was the young master of the...