Ning Chen was just about to introduce Xie Siyu to Zisu and Yudie when a shrill scream went up behind him.

Ning Chen looked back, and saw that at some point another group of people had appeared on the battlefield.

They wore close-fitting black, with devil-face masks over their faces.

There were not many of them, only seven... but their skill was of the highest order and their methods were savage.

Their weapon was a curved blade, and every stroke they made was a killing stroke.

In the space of a few breaths, every one of those assassins was dead.

Feng Qizheng and the others watched these uninvited guests on their guard.

"Who are you people?"

Feng Qizheng asked.

But the men in the devil-face masks did not answer. They turned, rushed into the woods and vanished.

Ning Chen looked at Xie Siyu. "Your men?"

Xie Siyu shook his head. "No."

Ning Chen was startled, and frowned. "Strange. Then who are they?"

"Eldest Brother, can you tell what school their martial arts come from?"

Xie Siyu thought for a while, then said, "No."

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. Could Silence have sent them?

"Never mind. They're friends and not enemies. We'll meet them again sooner or later."

Feng Qizheng and the others came running over, all of them looking Xie Siyu over with open curiosity.

"Let me introduce you. This is Xie Siyu, Eldest Brother of the Ghost-Shadow Sect."

Feng Qizheng knew Ning Chen had some connection with the Ghost-Shadow Sect.

Gu Yichun and the rest were openly astonished.

The Ghost-Shadow Sect was the greatest assassins' organization in the jianghu.

Just then a groan went up.

Ning Chen looked back, and saw that the assassin brought down earlier by the white powder Yudie had thrown was still alive.

So the white powder must have been some kind of knockout drug.

"Old Feng, he's yours... Get the man behind them out of him."

Feng Qizheng nodded, walked over and swung the rebar up without ceremony, smashing both the assassin's arms to pieces.

"Ahh..."

The assassin let out a ghastly scream that…