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Night had fallen, city lights came on, one by one illuminating the darkness of Donghai.
Under the cover of night, two figures moved on foot through the woods flanking the road to Ao Xiang Villa, their speed extreme, like haunting apparitions, nearly impossible to track.
"Brother, what do you think Young Master Chen is thinking? Is it really necessary for us to take action just to kill an Innate Great Success Martial Artist?"
As they moved swiftly, the younger man, trailing half a step behind, spoke with some discontent, himself an Innate Great Success Martial Artist with the combat strength of a peak stage Innate Martial Artist. He truly felt that assassinating another Innate Great Success Martial Artist was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, a waste of their abilities.
Especially when his brother, who was even stronger than him, was involved.
