Bab 886: 702

Everyone abruptly turned around.

They had never dreamed that they, supreme assassins, would be approached without notice.

What was even more heart-pounding was that although the voice of the speaker was mild, it made everyone feel a thorough chill, as if ice water had been poured into their marrow.

A youth clad in a white robe embroidered with complex and beautiful patterns now stood beside them.

He had pale golden short hair and a clear-complexioned face.

But what was truly terrifying was his silver eyes, which seemed to see right through one's heart.

This person exuded an extraordinary aura that was completely at odds with the gloomy atmosphere of the Silwa Forest.

"You are...?!"

Reno's face drastically changed, but he dared not rashly attack.

Because the other party had voluntarily come so close, yet he felt no possibility of being able to assassinate.

"The Eleventh Military God of the Cerryti Empire, Simon Luo of the Emerald Seat."