Before Richard Foster could finish speaking, the heart demon hanging upside down from the beam had already dropped down, clinging to Richard Foster's back and gnawing at his heart through flesh and blood!

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Two screams rang out. Before Richard Foster could even cry out, Charles Grant let out an even more miserable howl, completely drowning out Richard Foster's voice. At the same time, the dagger in his arms was thrust straight toward Richard Foster's chest!

How painful is it to have your heart devoured by a heart demon? Charles Grant had experienced that pain before—it could drive a person mad, even make them faint.

Richard Foster was a cultivator, but he hadn't reached the level where he could ignore such agony.

So Richard Foster didn't even have a chance to draw his sword. At such close range, Charles Grant's dagger plunged into Richard Foster's chest without any resistance. With a soft "puchi" sound, a spurt of fresh blood splattered onto his face, carrying a hot, metallic scent.

The pain of the dagger piercing his chest was nothing compared to the agony of the heart demon's bite, so at this moment Richard Foster didn't even feel a thing, but he could sense his life slipping away.

He couldn't believe that he hadn't even drawn his sword before dying at the hands of such a minor character.

All of Charles Grant's strength was focused in his hands, veins bulging as he frantically twisted the dagger, completely shredding Richard Foster's heart, all the while letting out a continuous scream.

His mental strength was rapidly draining away. Seeing that Richard Foster had lost all signs of life, Charles Grant immediately withdrew the heart demon back into the jade pendant's space.

Richard Foster's corpse collapsed to the ground. Charles Grant quickly drew the longsword at his side and propped the body against the outhouse door, plunging the sword into his back.

Charles Grant had no time to feel the nausea and discomfort of killing for the first time. He was halfway to success, but this last step was the most crucial!

Outside the door, Samuel Wright listened to the screams coming from the outhouse, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes.

What on earth was Richard Foster doing? Torturing that kid?

In their line of work, no one's hands were clean, but they were assassins, not perverts. Except for a few with special fetishes, most just killed quickly and took the money.

Richard Foster was the same; he shouldn't have such a fetish.

With doubt in his mind, Samuel Wright stepped forward. As soon as he pulled open the outhouse door, he saw Richard Foster lunging at him.

Samuel Wright instinctively started to ask a question, but the pain-twisted face of Richard Foster and the large bloodstain on his chest made his expression change instantly.

Before he could react, a longsword pierced through Richard Foster's chest, thrusting straight toward Samuel Wright's own chest!

As the sword stabbed forward, Charles Grant's expression changed dramatically.

He'd made a mistake.

The sensation of the sword was like stabbing into tough cowhide. Although it went in, it wasn't deep, and it got stuck between the ribs.

Richard Foster's body might have been stronger than an ordinary person's, but Charles Grant was also at the early stage of ninth rank, so the dagger could easily pierce his flesh and destroy his heart.

But Samuel Wright's body was on a completely different level from a normal human's, and Charles Grant had overlooked the difference in their heights.

Samuel Wright was taller than Richard Foster, so the spot where the sword pierced through Richard Foster's heart was not where Samuel Wright's heart was!

With a furious roar, the bandages on Samuel Wright's left arm suddenly burst apart, revealing an enormous, jet-black, hairy, clawed arm.

With a single punch, Samuel Wright sent Richard Foster's corpse flying, and at the same time, knocked Charles Grant back as well. The tremendous force made him spit out a mouthful of blood.

Glancing at the sword wound above his chest, from which black blood was oozing, Samuel Wright shouted angrily, "Damn it! How did you manage to kill Richard Foster?"

He simply couldn't believe that Richard Foster would die at the hands of someone whose strength was barely at the early stage of ninth rank.

Before Charles Grant could reply, Samuel Wright had already swiped a claw straight at Charles Grant's head.

In that instant, Charles Grant immediately summoned the heart demon, which latched onto Samuel Wright's chest and began to gnaw.

The intense pain made Samuel Wright grunt, but unlike Richard Foster, he didn't lose consciousness or control. He just said in disbelief, "Is this the heart demon of the Five-Viscera Daoist? Why is his heart demon with you?"

With his black zombie arm, he grabbed the heart demon and tore it off, tossing it aside.

The heart demon let out two wails before Charles Grant hurriedly recalled it into the jade pendant's space.

Releasing the heart demon twice in a row was already his limit. If he did it again, he feared he would faint like last time.

Samuel Wright sneered, "I've suffered from corpse poison invading my body for years—what's a little pain to me?"

With that, Samuel Wright lunged straight at Charles Grant.

Charles Grant tried to block with his dagger, but it was instantly crushed by Samuel Wright's black zombie arm.

But this time, Samuel Wright didn't go for Charles Grant's head. Instead, he grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up by sheer force.

"Speak! What exactly is your relationship with the Five-Viscera Daoist!? Did he send you to kill me?"

Samuel Wright had already been suspicious about this job.

The Five-Viscera Daoist was stronger than any of them, having reached the peak of the eighth stage of Qi Refining, the Spirit-Nourishing Realm. How could he possibly fail to kill a mere newcomer to the ninth rank, and even lose his heart demon?