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It's not that the Thirteen Heavenly Kings weren't strong, but rather, these four black-clad assassins—one tall, one short, one fat, one thin—were not only powerful in their own right, their weapons were even more unpredictable and peculiar. Their slaughter skill was so extreme it bordered on the abnormal. On the grounds of the villa, one could only see a massive tornado whipping up sand and stones, destroying everything around it. The villa itself was nearly blown away, amidst which countless shadows of swords, mixed with the power of thunder and lightning, struck with overwhelming force. Above them loomed a silver shield, heavy as Mount Tai, pressing down. This incredible display of slaughter skill was truly a rare sight.
The four black-clad assassins had not expected that the twelve men of the Thirteen Heavenly Kings would push them to this point; it had been many years since they last used this move.
