The last assassin looked at the scene in front of him with eyes wide opened, he still wanted to accomplish his task even when he realized his life was at stake, like how he had sworn his loyalty, but his feet couldn't compromise and started to back off.
The sword in his hand was shaking when he saw how ferocious Mo Xuan Fei, he killed two of his comrade in cold blood, his unwavering eyes was a sight that sent chill down to his spine.
However, before he could manage to make an escape for himself, Mo Xuan Fei, with unimaginable speed, had arrived in front of him and held the assassin hand, which holding the sword, down.
The cold dagger that Mo Xuan Fei had used to finish off the previous assassins had stuck on his neck, blood started to trickle down on his throat, but the Prince deliberately didn't slit his throat and let him alive.
"Answer my question." Mo Xuan Fei ordered calmly, he was referring to the question about who had sent them to him.
