Forget about launching a sneak attack, it's probably going to be tough just getting close to that place—not to mention carrying out an assassination.
"When the time comes, you two just wait here for me. I can go and wipe them all out by myself!"
Ye Ling glanced at the crowd in the distant pavilion, snorting coldly, a glint of icy murder flickering in his eyes.
"Number One, you absolutely must not! Liu Muran possesses the strength of a mid-level Saint, and he's even hailed as the most talented individual of the great clans in nearly a century. He is not someone just anyone can contend with!" Xia Qing quickly advised.
Xia Xue also frowned. They were somewhat knowledgeable about the name Liu Muran; it was said his strength was formidable, ranking him fifth within his clan.
Such a figure wasn't someone just anyone dared to provoke, otherwise, regardless of how high their backing, they would be unlucky.
