Chapter 529 The Culprit

• In an instant, the snowflakes beside Jiang Yunqing trembled. Swiftly, he planted his foot on the ground and the assassin's long knife soared into the air, landing securely in his palm.
• Before I could fully grasp the situation, a tremendous force struck my chest like a hammer, making it hard to breathe.
• Jiang Yunqing's movements were as swift as lightning. The large knife, resembling a bloodthirsty demon, created a whirlwind of blood in the air, severing the barrels of the rifles held by the snipers.