Chapter 857: That Legend

The Blood Moon Assassins' headquarters felt like a graveyard that had learned to breathe. Sinister formations laced the grounds, sealing the entire compound into an ironclad fortress. Their killers took contracts for lives as casually as others took meals, so enemies piled up like unpaid debts. Yet the Blood Moon Assassins had endured to this day for a reason. Inside the main council hall, the air weighed heavy. At the very top, upon a throne, sat a man in a black robe. Dark aura coiled around...