Ye Xingjue should be gone by now.

So there was no point in Ning Chen keeping up the act.

One of the assassins stabbed at him, his dagger quick as lightning.

There was a flash of cold light, and Ning Chen's sword swept upward and ran clean through the man's wrist.

"Aaah..."

The shrill scream lasted only two seconds before Ning Chen slapped the flat of his sword against the man's temple and knocked him out cold on the spot.

The other two assassins stared, unable to believe it... A moment ago they'd had Ning Chen on the run, and suddenly he was this good?

Ning Chen snorted. They were standing there gaping, with him right in front of them?

The three of them were no pushovers, but against a master above the ranks altogether they didn't come close.

Freezing up at a moment like this was nothing short of suicide.

Ning Chen moved like a ghost, flashing straight between the two of them.

Both men screamed at once, each clutching his right wrist with his left hand. Their daggers clattered to the floor, and crimson blood welled out between their fingers.

The instant Ning Chen was past them, he spun around and swept Broken Dream left and right.

Thwack, thwack. Each took a blow to the temple, and both rolled their eyes up and dropped senseless.

Ning Chen slowly sheathed his sword with a cold laugh.

He went to the window, pushed it open and looked out.

On the roof across the street, a head popped up from behind the ridge. It was Ke You, the Third Brother of the Ghost-Shadow Sect.

Ke You gave Ning Chen a nod.

The corner of Ning Chen's mouth curled up. That meant Liu Baiyi was already on Ye Xingjue's trail.

The plan was to follow Ye Xingjue to Tantai Qingyue and get her out.

And Ye Xingjue wasn't Ning Chen's only target. He meant to round up Kang Baobao in the same net.

Ning Chen pointed at the room behind him.

Ke You gave a small nod to show he understood.

Ning…