章節 1552: Two Assassins?

Ancestor Dian Alstreim's eyes turned wide as he belatedly noticed the existence of a black-robed man near Davis. His scalp turned numb as he stood up, wanting to defend Davis from this sudden appearance of an assassin.

However, the swing of the black-robed man's arm was extremely fast, something a Law Dominion Stage brat or even a Martial Sage Expert would be unable to defend against at such a close range when caught off-guard.

How could he make it in time?

Intense regret welled up within him. It was over! He failed to protect Davis.

At the same time, the black-robed man evilly grinned as his palm made it to Davis's cheeks.

However, after the black-robed man completed the swing, there was no sound of a slap, much less an impact that he felt on his palm. Instead, a searing pain erupted in his left shoulder.

When he saw what had happened with a slight swivel of his head, he saw something incredulous.

"My... my arm...!? Hck- Arghh!!!!"