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Yuwen Hu raised his head and looked at the Talisman. His heart was somewhat flustered. After all, although the power of the Talisman was great, it was still somewhat difficult to deal with a Martial Master.    

    

"Cough cough, very good. Since you have angered me, I won't mind bringing two more dog lives with me for this mission!"    

    

After the dust settled, the assassin's injuries became even more severe, and his appearance became even uglier. However, upon closer inspection, the assassin didn't have any fatal injuries. It was just superficial wounds.    

    

Two explosions of the Talisman formation had only managed to exchange for a tiny bit of superficial wounds from this Martial Master?    

    

Despair gradually rose in Yuwen Hu's heart. After suffering such a serious injury, Yuwen Hu had already used his last breath to activate the formation. Now, even if he wanted to, it would be difficult for him to move it.    

    

He was completely powerless to resist!    

    

Yuwen Hu looked at the assassin who was approaching him step by step, but there was not a trace of fear on his face. The loser's death was inevitable. The moment Yuwen Hu pounced on him, he already had a rough idea in his heart. But even so, so what?    

    

If he could exchange his life for half an hour of rest, perhaps he could still exchange it for half an hour of life?    

    

This was already enough for Yuwen Hu.    

    

Looking at the approaching assassin, Yuwen Hu didn't panic or fear. He looked straight at the assassin with a kind of grace and pride in his eyes.    

    

"I don't believe that you aren't afraid of death!"    

    

The assassin was annoyed by Yuwen Hu's stare. How could a dying man dare to look at him without fear?    

    

He twisted the dagger and the assassin jumped up. Three feet away, he took two steps with three steps. After another half an hour, Yuwen Hu would die without a doubt!    

    

However, Yuwen Hu's next move made the assassin even more furious, because Yuwen Hu actually did it.    

    

"Cough, cough... Pui!"    

    

Before Yuwen Hu died, he spat at the assassin fiercely. With a mouthful of bloody foam, he directly spat on the assassin's face.    

    

That's right, I can't move or resist, but I can still disgust you!    

    

If the assassin really got angry and decided to spare some time to torture him, wouldn't that be a huge profit for me?    

    

Yuwen Hu thought it was that simple.    

    

Everything was for the sake of buying a little bit of time.    

    

The assassin who had been spat out stood on the spot. His fists were clenched tightly, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. The way he looked at Yuwen Hu was filled with killing intent.    

    

Yuwen Hu even gave the assassin a provocative glare. Combined with Yuwen Hu's bloody body, this glare was much more powerful than the assassin's.    

    

This!    

    

Preposterous!    

    

The assassin's pupils constricted, but the fury in his heart almost extinguished his rationality. In an instant, the assassin really had the impulse to stop and shred Yuwen Hu into a million pieces.    

    

"I know you want to stall for time. Hmph! You have guts. When I kill that person later, I will also be as cruel as you. Don't worry."    

    

The assassin coldly glanced at Yuwen Hu.    

    

Assassins were the most rational creatures. In an instant, the assassin turned around and left, leaving Yuwen Hu alone.    

    

His target was the tightly shut door!    

    

Currently, Yuwen Hu was half a step into the gates of hell, and Linghu Xiao was hit by the sword shadow. It was hard to tell whether he was still alive or dead.    

    

At this moment, no one could stop the assassin anymore.    

    

One step, two steps, one step, one step...    

    

The assassin's footsteps were getting closer and closer to the tightly shut door. He was only one step away from the assassination mission.    

    

The assassin's hand touched the door without any resistance. The assassin was delighted and wanted to break through the door.    

    

However, it was already too late.