Leng Feng danced in his hand.
A blade without a hilt like this would cause countless wounds to anyone else playing with it carelessly, but for him, this sensation of the blade tip dancing in his palm was far more engaging.
His hands were as white as jade, giving no indication of being those of an assassin.
Moreover, the blade seemed poised to leave countless scratches on his hands at any moment.
This was his unique, life-sustaining skill, the Xuan Yu Hand.
To the untrained eye, his hands appeared soft and fair. However, upon closer inspection, even if he were to grip the blade tightly, it would be incapable of inflicting any harm on his palm.
Not only him, but the other two S-class assassins who had returned to the headquarters also hid themselves exceptionally well. The moment they found a flaw in Lin Xiao, they would strike with a killing blow!
Regardless of who Lin Xiao was, they were confident in their ability to keep him here forever.
Suddenly, Leng Feng, which the boss had been idly playing with, flew out.
A cold glint flashed, and Leng Feng arrived at Lin Xiao's throat.
Just one centimeter closer, and Lin Xiao's neck would have been severed.
The boss's expression remained unchanged, and even the two lurking S-class assassins made no move. Everyone knew that Lin Xiao had not revealed any weakness at this moment. If they had acted impulsively, there would only be one outcome awaiting them.
Lin Xiao's body seemed to become a phantom. The blade did not trouble him; in the blink of an eye, Leng Feng was caught between Lin Xiao's index and middle fingers.
"This thing... an old acquaintance."
With a flick of Lin Xiao's finger, Leng Feng transformed into a streak of light, three times faster than before, flying towards a certain direction.
Not good!
The S-class assassin hidden in the shadows' faces contorted.
Leng Feng was charging directly at him!
His once proud stealth was like a joke before Lin Xiao.
As the blade flew, he prepared to dodge, only to discover that his body felt sluggish. His legs, in particular, seemed to have lost their strength. He glanced down and saw two silver needles embedded in his waist.
It's over.
This was the last thought that flashed through his mind. The blade swept past, piercing his neck. Blood spurted out, and his body collapsed onto the ground.
Leng Feng, after tracing a graceful arc, returned to Lin Xiao's hand. The blade held between his fingers remained unstained by blood. Lin Xiao smiled faintly, flicked the blade in his hand once more, and simultaneously, two silver needles were drawn from the corpse, flying towards another direction.
They arrived ahead of the blade, faster than it.
The other S-class assassin reacted slightly quicker. The moment the blade moved, he had already started to move.
However, after taking only two steps, the silver needles, as if having foreseen his actions, landed precisely on him. His movement faltered mid-air, and then the blade also sliced across his throat.
This time, the blade did not return to Lin Xiao's hand. Instead, after a beautiful arc, Leng Feng once again found its way back to the boss.
Gazing at the Leng Feng circling in his hand, the boss's eyes were filled with profound solemnity.
This Lin Xiao, with such casual effort, had dispatched two S-class assassins. He was even stronger than that time back then... He was stronger!