"This power... You're also at the Inner Power Realm?"
The assassin's hand went numb, and he couldn't help but cry out in shock.
*How is this possible?*
Bai Ziyue's age, he knew clearly, was only fifteen; his strength was supposed to be only at the Peak of External Forging... Yet at this moment, the power he exhibited even surpassed his own.
Furthermore, he also felt Inner Strength from Bai Ziyue.
"Even if you don't say it, I can roughly guess who you are."
Bai Ziyue snorted coldly, his figure swift as lightning, and he struck quickly.
The long saber slashed out in an instant.
This slash had only one defining trait: speed, reaching the peak of extremity.
It was like a streak of red dust, sweeping down entirely.
The assassin's heart raced, his Qi and blood surging rapidly, but his scalp couldn't help but feel numb.
