Mùróng Zhuó sensed danger instantly. Swinging his long sword outward, he had no time to strike down the assassin who had ambushed them.
At that critical moment, without the slightest hesitation, he threw himself forward, using his own back to block the blade for me.
With a dull thud, the assassin's long sword plunged deep into Mùróng Zhuó's back.
Chapter 72