He looked at the blood-colored pavilion from the outside, but when he entered, it looked simple and unadorned.
Tables and chairs, murals, potted plants, screens.
The green wooden stairs extended to the second floor.
Han Muye walked forward with his sword in hand. The assassins gathered in the hall in front of him stood up one by one.
The figures who barged in through the surrounding windows had killing intent in their eyes.
"Buzz!"
Several blood-colored spiritual lights attacked from afar.
"Creak—"
The ear-piercing sound of a long bow being pulled back sounded as a long arrow pointed at Han Muye's head.
The dark sword Qi quietly attacked without any sound of wind.
Spells, long-range attacks, and dark swords.
As expected of the Life Seizing Tower, which was adept at assassinations. They attacked in an instant, advancing and retreating calmly.
Han Muye's expression did not change. He just raised his hand.
