"Do you really think you can stop me from killing her?" The gold-medal assassin sneered as a powerful surged toward Duan Ling Tian like a flood and landed squarely on his chest.
Boom!
Duan Ling Tian staggered a few steps back before spitting out a mouthful of blood spurted, looking miserable.
Huan'er who was being shielded by Duan Ling Tian cried out, "Brother Ling Tian!" Her expression darkened, and her beautiful limpid eyes turned cold. A cold energy rippled out of her body into the surroundings. In just an instant, the entire backyard seemed to turn silver due to the frost.
"Huan'er." Upon seeing Huan'er's anger, Duan Ling Tian took two steps to her. He reached out and held her slightly raised hand. "You... are not his opponent." His expression was grave and his emotions were turbulent as he looked at the gold-medal assassin.
