Having said this, Yang Xi ghosted toward An Yiyun. He swung his fire-wreathed staff at the empty space behind An Yiyun. A muffled grunt confirmed his suspicion: an assassin dressed in black, clutching a katana, was knocked into view. To everyone’s horror, the killer had been standing just two meters away. That someone could get so close without being detected—while the monitoring room and guards remained completely oblivious to any intruders in the camp—sent cold shivers down everyone’s spines.
"Damn it!" An Yiyun and his guards turned pale. They could never have imagined that such a cunning assassin had been lurking right behind them. Had Yang Xi not acted in time, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
Yang Xi gave the assassin no chance to breathe. He swung his staff again, the weapon whistling through the air as he drove the killer back. Agile as the assassin was, he looked wretched under Yang Xi’s barrage, forced to retreat step by step.
Chapter 102