"Stop!" An elderly voice cracked like thunder, exploding in everyone's ears. Yet the mysterious assassin acted as though he hadn't heard a thing, the long sword in his hand driving relentlessly straight toward the mysterious old man's chest.
At the most critical juncture, a flash of golden light cut through the air, and a slender, powerful hand clamped firmly onto the blade. Yin Sichen's face was stern, his deep eyes seeming to burn with raging fire as he stared coldly at the mysterious assassin before him.
"I said, stop!" Each word came out as if squeezed from between his teeth, carrying unquestionable coercion.
Chapter 130