Xiao Ming's figure drifted like a falling shadow and disappeared almost instantly in the form of a swiftly moving light phantom.
The power of mystery that gathered around him was far too incomprehensible as a special spiritual energy far greater than what the three assassins could possibly think of was emitted from him.
RUMBLE!
HONG!
BANG!
The vibrations caused by the divine chanting of the hundred deities caused the assassins to involuntarily give in to burdensome pressure and succumb willingly.
As Xiao Ming would have it, it took about two minutes for the assassins to realize Xiao Ming's figure. By now, even Xue Mao had already disappeared and his aura could not be discovered by the assassins.
"Damn it, we can't let that kid escape. Let's go after him!" one of the assassins howled furiously as they began a hot chase against Xiao Ming.
