A Fourth Grade Middle Concealment lay prostrate on top of the house, almost merging with the moonlight and the rooftop, breathing subtly and steadily, and through the cracks of the tiles, he glanced at the silhouette leaning against the wall below.
He quickly withdrew his gaze.
He knew that the senses of this intruder below were extremely keen. If he stared at him for too long, the man would surely become aware!
Even though this person was already injured, he still dared not be careless.
In less than a day, the number of hermits who had died at his hands had already exceeded a hundred!
Since the Dongyi Race crossed the East Sea and migrated here, such a heavy casualty had never occurred.
This intruder's cultivation realm was only Fifth Grade; normally, any random Fourth Grade Middle Concealment would be able to assassinate him.
But his sword skill was too fast!
He had never seen such a terrifying fast saber before.
