With the "Peak" expert erased in a single breath, Lixue didn't linger to savor the kill. Reining in her silver aura, her face pale but etched with a terrifying resolve, she bolted toward the heart of the explosion.
A rare flicker of genuine anxiety pulsed through Shen Yu's chest. The Middle-Stage assassin, paralyzed by the sudden eruption of Lixue's Sword Intent, hadn't even seen the "Golden Paragon" move. Shen Yu lunged forward, his spear trailing a wake of predatory, dark-gold light that swallowed the dim hallway.
Squelch!
The spearhead didn't just strike; it drove through the assassin's forehead with surgical precision, pinning the bone-white mask to the back of his skull. With a cold, methodical twist, Shen Yu withdrew the weapon as the body collapsed. He didn't spare the corpse a second glance, his golden eyes snapping to Lixue's retreating form.
