Immediately afterward, he was stunned again.
The throwing knives stopped in mid-air, about half a meter from Shen Zhou.
Shen Zhou reached out and effortlessly caught them in his hand.
He flung them back toward the leader of the assassins.
Whoosh, whoosh!
The throwing knives flew back to their master.
The leader of the assassins was terrified and tried to flee.
But the knives pierced his legs!
He screamed and collapsed to the ground.
Blood streamed down both legs.
He was undoubtedly crippled!
The leader of the assassins, supporting himself on his hands, kept crawling forward.
Delusionally attempting to escape.
Foolish dreams!
But it was just the struggle of a dying man!
A cold smile curled the corners of Shen Zhou's mouth as he slowly approached.
The leader of the assassins stopped, lying still without moving.
Shen Zhou paused, then quickly darted over.
With a kick, he flipped the man over to face the sky.
