Chapter 499: Ghost Blade Assault!

Jiang Feng heard the words and lightly withdrew his hand.

The old man, as if pardoned, felt as though he had just walked past the Gate of Ghosts; his whole body went limp, leaning against the wall, panting heavily.

His face was covered in cold sweat, looking utterly disheveled.

Jiang Feng looked at him, his expression calm, waiting for him to speak.

The old man took a moment before finally calming down, his voice weak as a mosquito's buzz.

"We… we are assassins of Broken Swan Tower."

"Hired by someone, we came especially to kill you!"

Upon hearing this, Jiangnan Wang's expression changed dramatically.

His face instantly turned pale, his pupils constricted sharply, his mouth opened as if to speak, but he was so startled he couldn't utter a word.

After several seconds, he regained his composure, hurriedly stepped up to Jiang Feng, and lowered his voice.

"Mr. Jiang, Broken Swan Tower is no ordinary assassin organization."

"They are the empire's top assassin organization, said to have a history of a thousand years."

He swallowed, then continued.

"Every leader of Broken Swan Tower throughout history has been a veritable king of assassins. Even core figures of the Four Great Gate Clans, if they can pay the price, dare not escape their hands."

Jiangnan Wang's voice grew lower and more solemn.

"Over the years, the empire has constantly tried to raze Broken Swan Tower, but its strength is too great; to this day it still stands firm."

Saying this, he looked at Jiang Feng, his eyes full of worry.

"Mr. Jiang, you have offended them; I fear this time is rather dangerous!"

Jiang Feng heard Jiangnan Wang's words, his expression remained calm, showing no fear.

On the contrary, a faint smile curled at the corner of his mouth, that smile carrying a hint of coldness and a hint of contempt.

"Broken Swan Tower?"

"Somewhat interesting."

He did not continue questioning about Broken Swan Tower, but instead looked at the old man and kept asking.

"Then who hired you to kill me?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's face showed a troubled expression.

His lips trembled, his eyes flickered, wanting to speak but stopping himself.

Jiang Feng looked at him, his gaze gradually turning cold.

The old man felt uneasy under his gaze, quickly spoke, his voice full of helplessness.

"This… this I truly do not know."

His tone was sincere, not like he was lying.

"Our mission was to force you to hand over that thing before killing you; as for what that thing is, we don't know."

The old man paused, his voice dropping even lower.

"But the superiors' demand is clear: whether you hand over that thing or not, we cannot leave any witnesses alive."

Having said that, the old man knew he could not survive, and a look of despair appeared on his face.

He raised his head, looking at Jiang Feng, his eyes carrying a hint of pleading.

"Mr. Jiang, I know I cannot escape death; I only beg you to give me a quick end."

"I have told you everything I know; that's all I know."

Having spoken, the old man closed his eyes, as if waiting for death.

Jiang Feng merely gave a cold smile at those words, looking at the old man, his tone flat.

"How many experts did Broken Swan Tower send this time to kill me?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's body trembled slightly.

His face showed a troubled expression, his eyes full of unease.

Jiang Feng looked at him and said lightly.

"As long as you tell me, I guarantee you a quick death."

Upon hearing this, the old man's expression struggled for a long time.

His lips trembled, his eyes full of conflict.

"If that's the case, then I will tell you."

He paused, as if making a difficult decision.

"I am a Golden Seal Assassin of Broken Swan Tower."

The old man's tone carried a hint of self-mockery.

"Above me are Jade Seal Assassins, nearly all of whom are Half-step Martial Ancestor-level experts."

Jiang Feng's eyes flickered slightly, but he said nothing.

The old man continued.

"The leader of this mission is also a Jade Seal Assassin, codename Ghost Blade."

He raised his head, looking at Jiang Feng, his eyes carrying a hint of fear.

"If we do not return to report by five o'clock, he will personally take action."

Having said that, the old man closed his eyes again.

He said everything that should and should not be said.

He also knew that he was already as good as dead.

Upon hearing this, Jiangnan Wang's face changed drastically; he immediately lowered his head to look at the watch on his wrist.

His eyes stared wide, his Pupils contracted sharply, and his voice was trembling.

Not good, Mr. Jiang, it's already past five!

Just as he finished speaking, the old man also suddenly opened his eyes.

His body began to Tremble violently, his eyes full of fear, his lips quivering, his voice stuttering.

I... I felt it...

The old man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

The Ghost Blade Lord's aura! He has come!

Just as his words fell, a shrill wail suddenly came from outside the door.

That sound was loud and sharp, echoing throughout the dungeon.

Dozens of people screamed at once, their voices rising and falling, extremely shrill.

Jiangnan Wang's face turned pale instantly, his legs went weak, and he barely managed to stay upright by leaning against the wall.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Feng, his eyes full of fear.

Mr. Jiang, he... he has come!

Jiangnan Wang's voice was trembling.

Ghost Blade has come!

Jiang Feng's face was calm, his eyes showing no fear.

He turned around and walked out of the prison cell.

Stay here.

Jiang Feng's voice was flat, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

I'll go out and have a look.

Jiangnan Wang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Jiang Feng's gaze, he swallowed his words back.

He nodded, retreated to the corner of the prison cell, shrank there, and dared not move.

The old man leaned against the wall, trembling all over, muttering to himself.

Ghost Blade Lord... Ghost Blade Lord has come...

His eyes were full of fear, as if he were looking at a god of death.

Jiang Feng walked out of the prison cell, heading Outside along the Corridor.

The Corridor was long, the dim yellow light shining on the rough stone walls, casting mottled shadows.

His footsteps echoed in the Corridor, one after another, steady and resolute.

With each step, the wails Outside became a bit clearer.

Jiang Feng's face remained calm throughout, without any change.

He walked to the end of the Corridor, pushed open the iron door of the dungeon, and walked out.

Outside, the sky had already darkened, the sun had set, and the western sky still retained a hint of dark red.

In the courtyard, a scene of chaos.

Jiangnan Wang's Guard soldiers lay scattered across the ground, twisted in disarray.

Blood flowed across the ground, staining the Green Stone Slab surface red.

The air was thick with the smell of blood, making one feel nauseous.

Jiang Feng glanced and saw at least a Hundred soldiers lying on the ground.

Among those fallen soldiers, a person stood.

That person wore a black robe, a hood covering his head, his face unseen.

His stature was very tall, at least 1.9 meters, standing there like a small hill.

In his hand he held a knife, its blade narrow and long, entirely black, its outline barely visible in the dim light.

Suddenly, that person raised his head.

Swish!

Jiang Feng felt a surge of killing intent strike him instantly.