Chapter 127: Sichuan Assassin Sect – Part 1
It was around noon when Zhen Shizhi, the third of the Seven Assassins and a top-tier assassin of Sichuan’s Dead River Assassin Sect—which prided itself as the finest assassin sect in Sichuan Province—received the request.
“The target… is Xianyu Jin, the Heavenly Black Wolf?”
The messenger from Sichuan Assassins bowed his head in response to his question.
“Yes, he was the third son of the Xianwu Clan of Guizhou—a disgrace to the clan, rumored to be more pig than warrior. But after joining the Flying Dragon Corps early this year, he recently made a name for himself by slaying Hei Shangfang’s supreme master, Dong Paijing, one of the Eight Great Masters of Guizhou.”
At those words, Jeon Seok-ji frowned and asked back.
“He killed a peak master? Surely you’re not implying that Xian Wu Jin himself is a peak master?”
“Well… yes. According to the client’s information, he’s estimated to be a peak master with at least seventy years of cultivation.”
Then, in an instant, Jeon Seok-ji’s eyes transformed into the venomous gaze of a snake, and he asked again.
“…So you’re telling me you accepted a request to kill a master whose internal energy cultivation surpasses seventy years?”
Jeon Seok-jil’s gaze gradually turned colorless, like glass, devoid of any emotion.
It was like looking into the eyes of a doll.
But the messenger knew.
That expression, devoid of any outwardly released killing intent or visible emotion on his face, was precisely Jeon Seok-jil’s look just before he killed someone.
