Bab 3763: Cold-Faced Murderous God of Death

"Using more than a dozen of my Heavenly Word Sect assassins to kill a doctor is such a waste of talent." Someone whispered. He felt that even if such a refined doctor had some strength and cultivation, any one of them would be able to kill him easily. However, the Sect had sent over a dozen of them over anyway, which was really a waste of their talent. 

"After two days of watching, he has finally come out. In that case, I will send him off!" A black-clothed assassin said, lying in ambush in the shadows as he stared at the figure that was walking slowly. His hand raised and aimed it at Fan Lin. 

His sleeves were slightly pulled up and revealed the sleeve of arrows inside. The black-clothed man sneered, and he pressed the mechanism at the same time. An inaudible sharp breath filled with spirit energy flew out with killing intent and shot straight at Fan Lin's head. 

"Swish!"