The Secret of The Demonic Artifact

Death of the Assassin.

"Who are you? Aren't you dead? How can you be alive again?"

The assassin stared with widened eyes, confusion covering his face. He was not a believer in magic or black magic. To him, in this world, true power lay in the ability to master martial arts.

There was no room for superstition in his hardened mind, full of combat logic.

As the Talisman Master's figure walked slowly toward him, his every step seemed to echo in the silent night.

The shadow of his tall body was clearly visible in the pale moonlight, adding to his haunting presence.

The assassin quickly took out his dagger. The moonlight reflected off the blade, casting a sharp glow that confirmed his intent to fight.

"Don't come any closer!" he threatened with an unconcealable tremble in his voice, trying to recover his composure. "I am a fighter of the Golden Peacock Swordsman realm. A single wave of my hand can take your life!"

However, although his threat sounded firm, hesitation was evident in his movements. Although he thou