“You dare to bring out such an insignificant trick?”

Long Chen sneered. Ji Wuming’s assassination arts might be terrifying to others, but they were nothing to him, especially after he had merged with the ancestral dragon essence blood. With this sacred halo of light in place, Long Chen viewed Ji Wuming’s spatial arts as a joke.

However, even before Long Chen could react to it, a small figure already charged over, stabbing a dagger toward Ji Wuming.

“Mingyu!”

Long Chen was startled as he felt that Dong Mingyu’s aura was weaker now, less than a third of her peak.

“Big brother Long Chen, I want this person’s head. That is my agreement with my master.” Dong Mingyu began...