"Wei Fan!"
The Black Nether Saint Son melded with the void, becoming one with it, and waited for two days before finally seeing Wei Fan step out of Celestial Star City.
"Li Jianchen is here too. That complicates things."
He frowned slightly, but his expression soon relaxed. Assassins like them thrived on the principle of striking with one fatal blow, rather than open combat. As long as he killed Wei Fan and slipped away immediately using Black Netherworld's stealth technique, Li Jianchen would never find him—even if he had the ability to pierce the heavens and earth.
Wei Fan was too proficient at hiding. Miss this chance, and who knew when he'd get another shot? If he could assassinate this prodigy who'd surpassed Xuanyuan Peak, he would undoubtedly become Black Netherworld's number one killer in thousands of years.
Turning this over in his mind, the Black Nether Saint Son slowly drew the Saint-Slaying Sword.
