Kapitel 418: The Strike That Is the Sum of the Assassin's Life

Zhu Luo had become like a moon in the water, transforming into an almost real copy of himself. Through this, he easily overcame those cracks in space created by Wang Po's blade and arrived at the other side of the rain. If he had directly attacked Su Li, then perhaps Su Li would die in the next moment, perhaps he would have ignored that Chen Changsheng was about to be stabbed to death. Then no changes would have occurred.

But Zhu Luo did not act this way. This was not a mistake. At the very least, in that instant, those people who did not anticipate what would come soon after did not believe Zhu Luo had made a mistake. They even felt that his response had been perfect without anything to fuss over. They sighed with emotion, thinking that this supreme expert of the human world had the entire situation under control the entire time. Thus, they all thought of that fine phrase: a storm envelops Xunyang.