Feng Yexuan's words sent a shock through Chu Qianli's heart.
This man in black, was none other than the widely known figure throughout Beiming Country.
The number one assassin, Jian Wuying!
No wonder his martial skills were so formidable; he had been struck by silver needles in several deadly acupoints and yet he had managed to stand up!
As the two of them sized up Jian Wuying, Jian Wuying was also staring at them.
He sneered, "The esteemed Beiming War God, Prince Yexuan, would actually venture alone into this domain of death for a woman."
"It appears that the rumors of Prince Yexuan not being fond of his new bride are all false."
Finally, his gaze locked onto Chu Qianli.
The chill in his eyes became heavier in an instant.
"Did you truly believe that you were marrying a weak woman with no ability to truss a chicken?"
This woman had nearly taken his life on several occasions.
She was weak?
What a joke!