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In his fury, he chose to attack again.

Lingyun's expression was ice-cold, dots of golden light bloomed in his deep eyes. Looking at a certain spot in the sky, his voice was indifferent as he spoke, "As an assassin, is there no one who can tell you that you should escape after your attack fails?"

Assassins were people that were hidden in the darkness, unable to see the light. Walking in the darkness, not fighting face to face with others was their strong point.

The person in the dark was shocked, both by his calm words and his ability to see through his concealment. In shock, the power of his attack weakened, and his indomitable imposing manner weakened as well, as he dodged to the side in the nick of time.

"AHH!"

Ling Yun avoided the repeated failures with a low growl of anger, and the assassin got angry. His figure then blended into the air, and carried out another assassination.

Ling Yun stood on the spot, and looked at the empty space in front of him with a smile that was not a smile.

The assassin suddenly felt a sense of foreboding, but the thrust of his sword was like an arrow that had left the bowstring. It was already difficult to retract.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing rang out. The lightning-fast thrust was blocked, revealing the true form of a cold shining sword.

The blade of the sword was very narrow, as thin as a cicada's wing. It was completely transparent, like a crystal, and it was an assassination weapon. Even if one held it in their hand, it was difficult to see it, like a poisonous snake hidden in the darkness.

The narrow sword was blocked by a long halberd, the halberd shaft was black, the halberd blade was snow-white and glimmering with a cold light, like two crescent moons embedded on the halberd shaft, the halberd was imposing, with dense ancient patterns on it.

"Who gave you the guts to assassinate the crown prince in front of his residence?" A deep, authoritative voice boomed with boundless rage.

Then, a figure appeared in front of Ling Yun like a ghost, staring coldly ahead. A powerful aura emanated from his body, and the sound of spiritual energy flowing was like a surging river.

"Thunder Flame Heaven Breaking Halberd!" Ling Zhan, didn't you already leave? "

The assassin exclaimed as the narrow sword fused into the void. He wanted to flee, but the imposing gaze in his eyes was like a sharp sword that pierced his skin and caused him to feel pain.

"Since you're here, you should stay!" Ling Zhan's voice was cold and indifferent. Even though he was calm, everyone could hear the rage contained within.

His hand slowly stretched out, grasping the halberd shaft. Thunder and fire danced around him as two types of violent spiritual energy howled out, entering the halberd, a halberd slowly stabbed out towards the void.

The sky and the earth trembled, the void shook, as if it was about to shatter. In the void, blood blossomed and a blurry black shadow was forced out, as if it was within a black mist, causing people to be unable to see clearly whether it was a man or a woman.

"Wah!"

The assassin in the black mist spat out a mouthful of blood. The only one who could see it was Ling Zhan, who held his halberd, and asked in disbelief: "You broke through?"

Many people knew that fifteen years ago, without knowing what had happened, the Battle King, Ling Zhan, had already sunk into depression.

"I should have broken through a long time ago!" Ling Zhan's voice was indifferent and the emotions behind it could not be discerned, "Speak, who are you? Why did you disregard your status to assassinate my son? "

"Ling Zhan, I admit that you're very strong, but do you really think you can stop me?"

As he spoke, he shot towards the sky. His speed was as fast as lightning, but he did not make a sound. It was very strange, and with another flash, he blended into the air.