C973 Assassin King.(1)

Wanyan Feiying opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood. The bowl on top of his head fell to the ground powerlessly. The light dimmed, and cracks appeared on its surface. Finally, it gradually enlarged, and with a clear sound, it completely broke apart.

His face was slightly pale. Looking at the empty space in front of him, he let out a long sigh of relief