Spoiled (Lily)

Chapter 1337 Ivan's Assassination

Lilly and Ivan traveled together, during which she shared her experience of cultivating spiritual

consciousness with him.

"Theoretical knowledge is not important; the most crucial thing is practice," she told him, deciding to

train him just as her father had trained her.

He nodded. "You go first."

She said, "You can now sense the Nether Chain."

She pointed to the side.

He followed her instructions and tried to perceive everything around him.

However, he could only hear the faint sound of the wind and the rustling of leaves, and nothing else.

She frowned. This won't do; he hasn't found the right state yet.

Suddenly, she remembered what he had said about evading the pursuit of the black-robed man, how

he instinctively made a fatal blow at the critical moment.

Isn't this instinct a form of spiritual power? You should know that spiritual consciousness is the ultimate

form of evolved spiritual power, so I can completely... use it for assassination or something.

I am practicing how to use spiritual consciousness for assassination. Coincidentally, isn't he a ready-

made sparring partner?

Her eyes flashed slightly as she continued instructing him on how to train his spiritual power. Her

spiritual consciousness quietly reached out towards him.

He had a Red Bracelet tied to his ring that hung around his neck, and the ring was hidden under his

clothes.

For assassination, it would be best to take the killing knife from the opponent's ring or body and let

them kill themselves.

However, when her spiritual consciousness had just touched his clothes and prepared to penetrate the

fabric and enter the ring, he instinctively raised his hand to cover his chest and looked down, furrowing

his brows.

She was shocked. Wow, is Ivan Shaw so vigilant? Is this what he calls instinct? In that case, his

spiritual power is still extraordinary.

"What's wrong?" She pretended to know nothing and looked at him strangely.

Her sincere and innocent little face was too deceptive, especially since the Little Ruler of Hell had 108

eyes, which looked pure white on the surface but were "black" inside when cut.

He had no suspicions. After all, how could he possibly think that she wanted to assassinate him?

He shook his head and said, "Nothing."

But the vigilance in his eyes did not fade. He looked around calmly and whispered, "We have already

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They had long left the range of Mount Everest and walked along the Nether Chain, unknowingly

arriving at a dim and cold place.

It seemed to be a large canyon around them now, with no sight of the sky or anything bright.

Coincidentally, the small ghost beast raised its tail and let out a low growl.

She moved closer to Ivan Shaw and said, "Yes."

Her spiritual awareness now extended to fifty meters, allowing her to see clearly within a radius of fifty

meters.

For example, there was a female corpse floating above their heads and a skeleton following behind.

There were no ghost beasts or eerie fog here, but the darkness had condensed into a tangible form.

She estimated that even if she took out a flashlight, it wouldn't illuminate the half-meter path in front of

her.

She glanced at Ivan, who became more alert. His mental strength peaked as he noticed all the

movements around them.

She thought to herself. Taking a weapon from his ring and attempting an assassination won't work.

She couldn't help but wonder if the black-robed man was also this cautious and if he had something

more potent than him, such as the ability to detect spiritual consciousness.

In that case... I can only rely on my weapon.

Her spiritual awareness delved into her ring and carefully selected the weapons.

She suddenly noticed a gift box in the corner. It was a gift from the King of Transformation when he

came to have a meal with her.

She immediately opened it and took out a needle.

When she first saw the needle in the gift box, she didn't pay much attention, as it wasn't a conventional

weapon. But now, this needle was the best weapon.

Her spiritual consciousness held onto the needle quietly, took it out of the ring, and immediately

retreated five meters.

Then, she focused her spiritual consciousness on the needle and aimed at his back.

She wasn't in a hurry. She approached quietly and strived to create an actual scene of the

assassination.

Meanwhile, the small ghost beast on her shoulder had its eyes wide open.

Oh, my goodness! I see something! Behind Miss Ruler of Hell, there was a silver needle!