Victor's breathing was rough but fortunately, he had made it this far—nearly to the outer edge of the forsaken slum-town—but now he was bleeding and battered.
His limb ached with exhaustion.
He had underestimated them.
Gravely.
Eight dead. That was how many he'd taken down so far. He hadn't let them live.
These were seasoned assassins, after all. Their techniques were ruthless, honed through hundreds of silent killings. Many of them were even lower in cultivation than him, but their battle instincts were lethal.
Killing them without taking any damage was pretty much impossible.
He gritted his teeth and spat blood to the side.
"I've been too overconfident."
Still, he had gotten what he came for—confirmation that the Jade Serpent Sect had placed the bounty. That alone had been worth the ambush. Worth the risk.
After placing saliva on all his open injuries, he slowly staggered to his feet.
