Over thirty hideouts—even if each one had just one person, that still amounted to a lot.
But Fang Yi's blade rose and fell without a hint of mercy.
These people were all after him; Fang Yi couldn't possibly let them go.
Fang Yi realized that he had lain low for too long, and his notorious reputation was no longer remembered. Those people had forgotten his name.
Therefore, tonight, Fang Yi was going to carve out his fearsome reputation once more.
"You... who are you?"
"We have no grievances or grudges against you. Why are you killing us?"
"No grievances or grudges?" Fang Yi coldly responded, "The moment you stepped onto Xuan Cang's land, you already had a grievance against me."
Fang Yi subdued dozens of hideouts, and even though he was killing methodically, he became somewhat tired.
He vaguely sensed that the assassins seemed to have received some news. When Fang Yi arrived at the next hideout, it was a wasted effort.
