"It seems that this damn orientalist has really acquired the skills to gain luck. This sect must not allow him to succeed. Even if I risk my life for the Holy See, I must stop him."
In fact, not only people from the Xuantian Sect came today, but also people from the Holy See in the West. But the people who came were the hidden killing troops of the Templars. Of course, this was also the most active unit of the Holy See in the East.
They have been hiding among the many people in the banquet hall and have never revealed their identities.
They knew very well that Dongfang's attitude towards them was extremely disgusting. Anyone who could be killed secretly without being exposed was killed. If there was nothing special, they would not reveal their identities here.
But Ye Fan's starlight luck array really scared them. They never thought that there were people who could draw luck from other places.
To be honest, luck is an illusory thing, but it is also real. If a person has bad luck, nothing he does will go smoothly. On the contrary, even in desperate situations, there is still a chance to make a comeback.
Everyone has been looking at Ye Fan in surprise. They just watched Ye Fan accumulate his luck.
But at the most critical moment, a slender knight's sword bypassed Ye Fan and headed towards the starlight gas cloud array he had set up.
"Mouse, I finally caught you."
As if Ye Fan had expected it, he grabbed the knight's sword with his right hand.
The sword blade cut open the palm, and blood dripped into the formation.
Seeing that he had been exposed, the assassin wanted to retreat quickly, but it was already too late. Ye Fan had locked onto him firmly. Whether it was momentum or spirit, the two of them were destined to end with the death of one of them.
"Then just die!"
Those trained by the Holy See are usually dead warriors. Seeing this, the assassin advanced instead of retreating, and aimed the slender knight's sword at Ye Fan's heart.
"careful."
This was what happened in the blink of an eye. Only Ye Fan and the old man in the audience reacted. Although the old man and Ye Fan were still in a hostile relationship, he still reminded Ye Fan.
"I know."
Ye Fan seemed to be very satisfied that the old man cared about him so much. He smiled at him and then showed his eight white teeth. But his smile might be more eye-catching. Others in the Xuantian Sect saw this.
Smiling, his body kept shaking.
Ye Fan held the knight's sword very tightly, even if it scratched the flesh of his palm, he would not be allowed to move forward one step further.
The assassin was stunned by Ye Fan's actions. He had never thought that someone had such great power, and then he stopped him with such a sword.
Just like that, the assassin was caught in a trance by Ye Fan. Ye Fan let go instantly and then grabbed his neck.
As a result, in such a split second, the assassin reacted, but he had no time to do anything at this time. He could only bite the poison sac hidden in his mouth to protect the secrets of the Holy See and his own identity.
So when Ye Fan caught him, it was just a still warm corpse.
"What!"
Ye Fan was shocked by what the assassin had done, but when he thought that there were no further clues, he threw the man's body to the ground.