The shadow disappeared, or rather, was getting sucked into our spot. Then a figure emerged from that spot. Tang Shaoyang came out from the shadows with a smile. There was no blood on his scales or hand; he was clean. It was as if it was not he who killed those remaining sixteen assassins.
Tang Shaoyang shook his head in disappointment, looking up at the big group that gathered around Vezrakar. There were more than twenty figures mixed with Dragonkin, humans, and demons.
"Stop sending these weaklings to me. You know it; you can't tire me out when I kill them all in less than a minute. I even killed the first batch by not moving. Stop this pointless tactic and come at me at once, all of you. You might have a chance to kill me."
That seemed to bruise someone's ego as a figure blurred, coming down with a boom. This figure was a Dragonkin. His scales were black, with three horns on his head, and the eyes of a demon.
