Nine-leaf Heavenly Slaughter!
Xu Yan's heart chilled. The appearance of two Nine-leaf Heavenly Slaughter assassins indicated the serious attention he commanded and their intense determination to kill him.
"Nine-leaf Heavenly Slaughter?!"
Luo Zhan's gaze turned icy, and his aura grew stronger and stronger. Even if the enemy's power surpassed his own, there was not the slightest trace of fear or retreat in him—rather, his fighting spirit soared.
"Good, very good. To kill me, Luo Zhan, you've brought two Nine-leaf Heavenly Slaughter assassins. Do you think just because you've hidden yourselves well enough, my Battle Hall can't find you?"
"Try to kill me if you dare, and let's see if you can withstand the wrath of the Battle Hall after killing me!"
At this moment, Luo Zhan exhibited no intention to retreat; he was even prepared for a fight to the death, willing to make the enemy pay, even if it cost him his own life.