The assassin struggled to turn his neck, gazing at Qin Jun, gritting his teeth and saying, "Just kill me!"
Yang Jian's foot rendered him immobile, unable to even invoke his Divine Power, the pain unbearable. Despite this, he refused to reveal his identity, choosing death instead.
Unfortunately, with his appearance, Qin Jun could guess his identity with just a nudge of his foot.
As for the possibility of it being a disguise, Qin Jun didn't think too much about it. After all, the number of forces he'd offended in the Primordial realm could be counted on one hand. There was no need to frame an opponent unnecessarily.
"Alright, then kill him."
Qin Jun nodded decisively, without any hesitation.
Yang Jian immediately stomped his foot, releasing his power and reducing the assassin to dust and ashes.
The Primordial Ancestor's strength was something that the Primordial Great Detachment realm couldn't withstand.
"Your Majesty, this is my failure for allowing him to infiltrate,"
