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Yang Xiao's gaze turned toward Pixiu, who, at that moment, also directed his gaze at Yang Xiao.
For a brief instant, their eyes collided, seemingly about to spark fire.
An ominous aura enveloped Pixiu, his already eerie presence now carried an added edge of ruthlessness with his formidable strength displayed without reserve.
As the leader of The Blood Lotus Assassin Group, Pixiu was no ordinary man; his power, although not quite on par with Old Qin whom Yang Xiao had previously encountered, was far beyond that of the sniper Lone Wolf whom Yang Xiao had dealt with before.
Even if Lone Wolf were armed with a sniper rifle, the odds of victory between him and Pixiu were at best fifty-fifty.
One could imagine the strength of Pixiu; the saying "no fame without merit" seemed quite fitting.
From this, one could also infer the sheer magnitude of The Blood Lotus Assassin Group's collective strength.
