The assassin took a step back, then slowly raised his hands, his expression deadly serious, "I'll let you know what a real trump card is! Once I use my trump card, you won't escape your doom! Just wait to die! I'm not trying to scare you, my trump card really is powerful, and once it's unleashed, even I won't be able to control it. You'll die horribly, and I'll be severely drained of Yuan Qi! It's a move that injures the enemy and harms myself! I wouldn't use it unless it's absolutely necessary, but today I was pushed to the edge and had no choice but to use it..."
Immortal Master Huang, impatient, curled his lip, "Cut the crap and just use your trump card."
"Wa ya ya... He ya ya... Mo ya ya... Ti ya ya..." The assassin started hopping and dancing wildly, laughing and chattering as if he was performing a ritual dance, his arms and legs flailing in what seemed a rather comical display.
