"What a disgrace."
Ying Lin sighed softly with realization, "Since when did killings at Cliff Corner require sneak attacks?"
"Isn't that how the world is?
Today I steal from you, tomorrow you steal from me... A lifetime of stealing, being stolen from, isn't that just normal?"
Just behind him was the shadow of the person who had recently recreated Mountain Lord's power through event records.
The man whose throat was pierced by the dart thrown casually by him, just as the counterfeit attack arrived, raised his palm from the blood pool and delivered this desperate counter-strike!
After exerting all his might to deliver this strike, he was already exhausted, barely alive, lacking even the strength to pull the mask off his face.
The bloodstained opening on his throat continued to gush with blood...
To deceive Ying Lin's eyes, ordinary Concealing Breath Techniques are useless; to gamble, one can only wager their own life!
