<strong>Capítulo 1155: Chapter 1146: Not a Pretty Sight</strong>


    Indeed, just as Qianxi said, Xiao Yifei merely fainted. The aura he originally possessed was still on Xiao Yifei, albeit somewhat weakened. After confirming that Xiao Yifei was not dead, Hua Xiangrong slowly let out a sigh of relief.


    Seeing Hua Xiangrong was fine, Qianxi also turned his head, preparing to deal with the trouble in front—this assassin with a cryptic aura was precisely the reason for Xiao Yifei’s state. However, although he injured Xiao Yifei, his own condition did not seem very good. The assassin was clutching his chest, looking pale as he eyed Qianxi.<fnc430> For original chapters go to find?novel</fnc430>


    Seeing this, Qianxi became curious and sneered, asking, “I see your cultivation is not low, so how did you end up in this state?” Qianxi’s tone was clearly mocking, something the assassin immediately picked up on. Upon hearing this, the assassin’s expression looked rather displeased.


    “Hmph, if you have the skills,e at me. Don’t think that just because I’m injured I’ll fear you.” The assassin boasted defiantly. Hearing this, Qianxi sneered again, thinking this guy was still stubborn even at death’s door—truly unwise. “Fine, then I shall grant your wish,” Qianxi said in a charming voice, casually.


    As soon as he finished speaking, Qianxi charged towards the assassin. Seeing this, the assassin braced himself defensively, yet he couldn’t have anticipated Qianxi’s overwhelming strength. As their fists collided, the assassin spat out a mouthful of blood—Qianxi’s punch had a force he couldn’t possibly match.


    Facing difficulty against Qianxi, the assassin quickly pulled away. Initially assuming Qianxi was a woman and her cultivation wouldn’t be much, he now had to treat her cautiously. Observing the assassin distancing himself, Qianxi couldn’t help but sneer, saying, “Weren’t you just saying e at me,’ why are you backing away now?”


    Embarrassed, the assassin was at a loss for words. After a while, he let out a cold snort and then, with a flick of his cloak, an eerie urrence unfolded—the assassin’s entire figure vanished into thin air. Witnessing this, Qianxi frowned because he had no idea what technique the opponent used to conceal himself.


    Nearby, Hua Xiangrong was wide-eyed, incredulous as she watched. A voice eerily drifted through the air, “Today, I’m going to show you, a scrawny camel is still bigger than a horse.” With that, a sinisterugh echoed again, making it deeply unsettling.


    The enemy is in the dark, we are in the light—this is always the hardest battle to win, and now is no exception. With the assassin’s maneuver, Qianxi was instantly at a disadvantage.


    The assassin’s sudden disappearance left Qianxi perplexed as to what method was used. But regardless of the method, there would surely be ws—a truth Qianxi firmly believed. Instead of freezing in ce due to the opponent’s move, he became even more vignt.


    The atmosphere in the air suddenly stiffened, each person’s nerves were tight, fearing the enemy might suddenly emerge from the shadows. As time ticked by, the assassin’s dyed attack left both Qianxi and Hua Xiangrong on edge, nervously scanning the surroundings but unable to discern any clues.


    “Do you think he ran away?” Hua Xiangrong asked Qianxi in confusion. Just then, Qianxi shouted at Hua Xiangrong, “Watch out!” With Qianxi’s voice, he ced his whole body behind Hua Xiangrong, as the explosion of their True Qi erupted in the air.


    Turns out, the cunning opponent had actually sneaked behind Hua Xiangrong, intending tounch a surprise attack, but was thwarted by Qianxi. Seeing his strike failed, the assassin quickly concealed himself again, returning the atmosphere to its previous tension. Each subsequent attack the assassinunched was aimed at Hua Xiangrong but was blocked by Qianxi.


    After several attempts, the assassin gained no advantage, nor did Qianxi find a solution to the assassin’s tactics. “Really resembles the tactics of shrimp-like countries,” Qianxi could not help but mock, as this hit-and-run strategy was reminiscent of neighboring national armies on the battlefield.


    But through these exchanges, Qianxi was notpletely without progress. Gradually, he could vaguely discern a trace amongst the movements. After blocking yet another attack, Qianxi’s expression turned serious.


    His gaze continuously scanned the surroundings. The day’s weather was nice, with a gentle breeze stirring the grass on thewn, making it sway continuously. And it was these things Qianxi focused on—afraid to miss any clue.


    Suddenly, Qianxi noticed a ce where the direction of the swaying grass seemed off. Following that, more anomalies appeared on thewn behind, seeing this, Qianxi smiled because the direction the grass pointed was precisely Hua Xiangrong’s back. Thus, he clenched his fists, slowly prepared himself.


    A momentter, Qianxi lightly shifted his feet, then turned his whole body to face Hua Xiangrong. Using the momentum of turning, Qianxi’s devastating punch brushed past Hua Xiangrong’s face, fiercely striking towards her back.


    “Puff.” A sound suddenly reverberated in the air as flesh was hit, and under Qianxi’s punch, a figure barely appeared before flying away like a severed kite. Hua Xiangrong was wide-eyed, clearly startled by Qianxi’s sudden action.


    But once Hua Xiangrong collected herself, she realized Qianxi had detected the enemy, so she calmed down as well, calmly lowering her hand. Qianxi smiled at Hua Xiangrong and turned his gaze to the assassin, who was struggling to steady himself, his face full of disbelief.


    “Impossible, how can you possibly see me?” the assassin eximed, pointing at Qianxi in shock. For years, the assassin relied on this skill, never encountering anyone who could see through it. Hence, when Qianxi’s punchnded, he was so shocked.


    Upon hearing this, Qianxi sneered, “If your mind isn’t sharp, don’t me others for seeing through it.” Saying so, Qianxi rubbed his fist, slowly advancing towards the assassin. Seeing this, the assassin panicked, his proud technique now utterly useless, he wondered what he could use against Qianxi now.


    “Don’te any closer,” the assassin said, sounding fearful as he struggled to his feet and kept retreating, but Qianxi wouldn’t heed his plea, his steps did not slow down. Finally, Qianxi reached the assassin, who, despite his fear, wouldn’t resign to defeat.


    The assassin threw several reckless punches, trying to hinder Qianxi’s advancement, but it was futile—the inevitable approached. Qianxi stood before the assassin, slowly stretching out his hand. Seeing this, the assassin dodged to one side hastily, yet Qianxi was faster.


    With a swift move, he grabbed the assassin firmly. “Ugh.” The assassin immediately felt difort, struggling to breathe. “Having done such deeds, you should face some consequences. Surely you understand this,” Qianxi said coldly, his grip tightening.


    The assassin’s expression turned more pained as he nced at Qianxi. Fiercely he said, “If you want me dead, you’ll have to pay the price!” With that, the assassin gritted his teeth, his already ugly face bing even more ferocious. Seeing this, Qianxi’s brow furrowed, realizing something shocking about the man.