Feng Luan and Wang Xian, who were cultivating, opened their eyes and looked at the door.
A pool of liquid was slowly flowing into the room.
Feng Luan looked at Wang Xian. Wang Xian nodded his head slowly and a name appeared in his mind.
Undercurrent!
Undercurrent assassin organization.
“It’s actually an extraordinary level nine assassin!”
When Shui Liu entered the room, Wang Xian revealed a look of astonishment.
According to the rumors, the undercurrent assassin organization could only assassinate people at level nine of the supernatural realm. Now, they were sending top-notch assassins to kill him?
His eyes flickered slightly as he looked to his left and right.
At this moment, in the room on the left, a young man was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Beside him was a devilish blue mask. He was looking over with a smile on his face.
