Xu Xiangbei was holding Ono Futsunari’s wrist, sensing his life slowly slipping away. The bloody smell earlier was coming from him.

Ono Futsunari’s pulse stopped beating, and Xu Xiangbei shook his head helplessly: "Let him go, his heart vein is already severed. The other side didn’t kill him immediately, they just wanted him to deliver a message. Their sword technique is precisely unparalleled."

"What is the Sword Palace?"

Zuo Mu did not immediately answer Xu Xiangbei’s question but instead, with a fierce face, clenched his fist tightly, glaring at his junior brother’s corpse.

Xu Xiangbei vigilantly took off a piece of clothing and threw it into the air. A bullet pierced through it, hitting the wall and sparking brilliantly.

It’s clear that the sniper’s aim was extremely accurate; any exposure would mean certain death.

"You cover me, let me rush out and deal with this guy."

Zuo Mu’s face was ashen: "This sniper is not the most terrifying one, the killer who killed my junior brother is the strongest assassin."

Having set the strategy of attacking from both east and west, Zuo Mu also took off a piece of clothing and threw it into the air. Bang, another bullet tore through the cloth.

At the same time, Xu Xiangbei dashed out of the villa courtyard.

A bullet grazed his arm; perhaps because the illusion training method enhanced Xu Xiangbei’s spatial thinking, by listening to the gunshot and feeling the wind of the bullet, he could actually sense the complete trajectory of the bullet flying through the air.

Affected by wind, distance, gravitational acceleration, and other factors, the trajectory of the bullet was a shallow arc.

At his speed of movement, as long as the first shot missed, the sniper could no longer aim at him, let alone predict his walking path.

Within a few leaps, Xu Xiangbei had already rushed to the base of the villa where the sniper was.

Unexpectedly, Xu Xiangbei moved so fast that the sniper missed several consecutive shots, feeling a bit flustered and unprepared, and even less expected was that Xu Xiangbei was at the base of his hiding villa within seconds.

Before shooting, he had already prepared his escape route, with a rope tied around his waist, he could easily jump down to the ground.

However, Xu Xiangbei climbed to the upper floor incredibly fast. Just as he was tying the rope around his waist, a flash of cold light passed by, and an iron ball slammed into his head, knocking him unconscious.

The sniper was a cold-faced young man, burly, wearing combat boots, emitting a soldier’s aura, with callused fingers, clearly a seasoned sniper.

"This is called, being trapped by one’s own strategy. I was still wondering what to use to tie you up, and you’ve already prepared the rope for me."

Xu Xiangbei used the rope the sniper intended for escape to securely tie him up.

Suddenly, Xu Xiangbei noticed at the entrance of his villa, there were three ghost-like silhouettes, already lurking at the villa courtyard entrance, holding long swords that gleamed coldly, reflecting the moonlight in the dark night appealingly.

From their walking posture, it was certain that they were killers that Zuo Mu couldn’t resist.

At that moment, if Xu Xiangbei jumped downstairs to help Zuo Mu at the villa entrance, it would definitely be too late.

He regretted it a bit, thinking only about solving the sniper as soon as possible, but it allowed the killer who used the sword to approach Zuo Mu, apparently falling for the enemy’s trick of drawing the tiger away from the mountain.

Beside the sniper lay a Barrett sniper rifle with a well-prepared tripod, the gun body painted in camouflage, the infrared aiming sight slightly gleaming red in the night.

Xu Xiangbei came up with a plan, since he couldn’t get there in time, he might as well help Zuo Mu from here.

He adjusted the aiming sight, and the figures of the three killers gradually enlarged under the reticle.

Although he couldn’t see Zuo Mu’s expression inside the wall, he could feel how terrifying and helpless it was to be surrounded by these three ghost-like killers.

The first killer stepped into the villa courtyard’s door, his head gradually enlarging in the crosshair.

Xu Xiangbei gently pulled the trigger, a powerful recoil surged towards his shoulder, fortunately, he had made full preparations, tightly bracing the buttstock with his shoulder, neutralizing the recoil.

A clear gunshot rang out, the first killer to rush into the courtyard was shot in the head, blood and brains sprayed onto the door, a shocking sight.

The second shot hit a killer’s body, unsure if it was fatal, but after being shot, the guy fell to the ground like a dead pig, not moving again.

The third killer was frightened out of his wits, not understanding why the arranged sniper, meant to deal with Zuo Mu, would turn back and shoot their own people.

He no longer had the mind to kill Zuo Mu, keeping his own life was more important; he quickly fled into the nearby woods.

The woods blocked the view; Xu Xiangbei searched for a while without finding the person’s trace.

Xu Xiangbei heard rustling sounds behind him, the knocked-out sniper had woken up, looking at Xu Xiangbei in horror.

On the arm of the killer, Xu Xiangbei saw a small sword tattoo. He coldly asked, "Are you people from the Sword Palace? Tell me, who sent you to kill Zuo Mu?"

Actually, without saying, Xu Xiangbei could guess it should be Lei Ziming who sent the killer.

Upon hearing Xu Xiangbei mention the Sword Palace, the sniper’s eyes turned desperate, the fear in his eyes became madness, looking at Xu Xiangbei with a sinister smile, remaining silent.

Suddenly the sniper’s mouth moved, Xu Xiangbei thought he was about to say something. When he realized something bad, it was already too late, the sniper foamed at the mouth, rolled his eyes back, and breathed no more.

The sniper’s face turned black, clearly having taken poison to end his own life, a chill rose in Xu Xiangbei’s heart. Although he didn’t know what the Sword Palace was, the killer feared the Sword Palace more than death, preferring to die rather than divulge even a bit of its secret.

In the dark woods, a gleam of cold light flashed; it was the reflection from the third killer’s long sword, exposing his position.

Xu Xiangbei grabbed the rope with one hand, leaping down from the fourth floor of the villa.

Using the tension of the rope to buffer the falling gravity, tapping quickly against the wall with his toes, he landed steadily on the ground like a flying swallow in the air.

In the distance, sirens sounded, Jenny must have arrived with the police, with backup, Xu Xiangbei was more confident in capturing the killer.

He charged into the dark woods like an arrow off the string, quickly finding the third killer.

The killer stopped, also sensing the approaching Xu Xiangbei. A trace of an evil cold smile appeared on his face as he slowly turned around.

"You’re Xu Xiangbei? I hadn’t intended to target you today, but since we’ve met by chance, you can’t blame me."

"Who are you, how do you know my name, what does your Sword Palace mean, is it an organization or a person, was it you who killed Ono Futsunari?"

The man in the darkness was like a devil, his laughter piercing and unbearable: "You know I’m from the Sword Palace, a pity that those who know us, are already dead."