The system rolled its eyes so hard they nearly touched the sky.
After Ming Li left, the two sides snapped back to attention, exchanging glances before raising their weapons and resuming their fierce battle.
On another side.
The Hun general Dalmer was furious upon hearing that the assassins sent to assassinate Xing Zhilin had been wiped out. He slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and glared at the person reporting to him. "What! All dead? Impossible!"
Those were his meticulously trained assassins; how could they have died so easily!
The person reporting was also bewildered. "Reporting to the Great General, they are all gone. According to our men, when they were assassinating Xing Zhilin, they were very close to success. Suddenly, for some unknown reason, they all collapsed, spat blood, and died."
Dalmer narrowed his eyes dangerously. "So, there's a powerful expert secretly protecting that old fellow Xing Zhilin?"
The tent fell silent for a moment.
Dalmer spoke into the air, "Come out."
As the words fell, a tall figure in a black straw hat suddenly appeared in the tent.
Dalmer coldly addressed the tall figure, "One last task. I want his head. Once you complete this, you will be free."
The person under the black straw hat nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes."
Then, the figure vanished from the tent in the blink of an eye.
The system in the space suddenly spoke, "Host dear, that Hun general Dalmer hasn't given up. It seems he's sent another expert to try and kill that old man Xing Zhilin." The system then muttered softly, "How much hate, how much resentment do they have? Why must they fixate on one old man?"
Ming Li responded with a casual "Oh," and his fan suddenly shot out in a certain direction, accurately knocking away a sword glinting with cold light. It then flew back into Ming Li's hand.
Xing Zhilin, who was focused on fending off enemies, dodged another calamity.
Ming Li retracted his fan, and a well-polished weapon suddenly appeared in his hand. He then leaped off the city wall.
Yes, that's right, our big iron hammer has seen the light of day again.
The silver sword, forgotten and gathering dust in the space: ... Master really doesn't love me anymore! Sob sob sob...
The man preparing to assassinate Xing Zhilin suddenly halted his steps and quickly changed direction.
The next second, the spot where he had been standing was violently struck by a big iron hammer, as if it weighed a thousand pounds. It smashed into the ground, creating a deep pit and kicking up a cloud of dust.
The soldiers of both sides, who were fighting around them, stopped their actions and stared, dumbfounded, at the deep pit that had been created in the center.
The man's gaze also fell upon the great pit, his brows furrowed into a deep 'chuan' shape. He had no doubt that if he hadn't dodged in time, he would have been smashed into a pulp by that hammer blow.
Just as everyone's attention was fixed on the dust-covered, deep pit, a purple figure suddenly leaped out of it, carrying a big iron hammer on his shoulder.
At this moment, the system in the space was holding two glowing sticks with its two hooves, waving them. "Host dear, your entrance is so cool! A BGM should be played here. Look, those mortals are all stunned by you."
Soldiers: ... Where did you see that we were stunned?! This is clearly a fright, dammit!
The man wearing the black straw hat eyed Ming Li, who was carrying the big iron hammer, with vigilance.