Kael surged forward, Abyssal Fang piercing the assassin's gut, the Silver Lotus Flame erupting on contact, its purifying light searing through their meridians.
The assassin gurgled, their robes smoldering as they collapsed, smoke rising from the wound, their qi dissipating into the fog.
"Humph!," Kael snorted, his gaze cold, his Crescent Requiem Dao guiding his next move with lethal precision.
The remaining two assassins hesitated, their synchronized rhythm shattered, their auras wavering under the weight of Kael's resolve. That moment of doubt was all he needed.
He struck the first with a flurry of slashes, Abyssal Fang weaving through their guard, forcing a desperate parry that left them open. The second turned to flee, their qi cloaking their form in shadow, but Kael was faster.
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed Abyssal Fang like a javelin, the blade glowing with a comet's radiance as it pierced the assassin's back.
