The late-stage Golden Core assassin stepped into the blood-soaked street with an expression carved from stone.
The assassin drew two curved daggers from sheaths at his waist, the blades gleaming with a faint purple sheen that suggested poison.
"I am Elder Shen. Remember that name when you face death."
Liam's expression didn't change. "I've heard enough last words today. If you're going to fight, then fight."
Elder Shen's response was immediate and devastating.
He moved with speed that made the previous Golden Core assassins look like children playing at combat. One moment he stood ten meters away, the next his blade was already descending toward Liam's throat, aiming to cut off his head with one strike.
Liam leaned back, the poisoned blade passing inches from his neck. He countered with a palm strike aimed at Elder Shen's exposed ribs.
