Chapter 486: Chapter 484 Thunderbolt Methods
Watching this kid sneak silently into such a concealed campground, I thought I had run into some remarkable expert, but it turned out to be just another weakling.
Just a single glance, and under the change of my killing intent, he lost all power to resist—it’s nothing remarkable.
The woman thought to herself, as the Sword Intent in her hand surged even more fiercely towards Qin Hao.
The crossing of these two airs indeed had some mystical aspects, but that’s all there was to it.
Qin Hao felt for a moment, then slightly circulated the Inner Strength inside his body; all discomfort disappeared completely. His mind was clear, and just as the woman’s long sword was about to pierce into Qin Hao’s chest, Qin Hao moved.
He still stood in the same place, yet his fingers suddenly reached out swiftly and firmly, clamping onto the tip of that long sword.
The woman’s face instantly changed drastically, knowing full well the power of her sword, yet this sword—almost worthy of calling a stunning strike—was blocked by Qin Hao’s two fingers.
This shocked her to the core!
As she was left in shock, Qin Hao’s counterattack began.
His fingers trembled slightly, and a sharp Inner Strength, like a viper, sped along the long sword straight to her hand.
Bang!
A faint sound echoed, as the tiger mouth of the woman’s hand holding the sword burst open with a great chasm, causing her thumb and other fingers to almost entirely detach.
A small surge of Inner Strength, with terrifying potency!
The woman let out a wretched scream, taking two steps back, with the long sword falling to the ground.
Qin Hao sighed gently. At this moment, he understood why those people from Ancient Martial Families and Hidden Sects could disdain and scorn the mundane world.
Qin Hao felt very acutely the formidable power and various mysterious uses of Inner Strength. With such power, all worldly wealth and fame indeed seemed like floating clouds, no longer noteworthy.
The woman was repelled by Qin Hao, while the man’s great saber carried a scorching and agitated fiery aura, slashing down fiercely towards Qin Hao’s crown.
Qin Hao casually picked up the long sword that the woman had loosened, counter-thrusting its tip against the blade of the great saber, sparking a radiant explosion.
Dang!!
After a crisp sound, the agile and fragile long sword in Qin Hao’s hand remained intact, while the man’s great saber was severed into two halves.
The man stared dumbly at the broken saber in his hand. This saber had accompanied him for nearly his entire life, not only was it his most handy weapon, but also his dearest companion.
Within the Quicksand Organization, this man was called the Sword Madman, due to his berserk sword attacks, and furthermore, his obsessive love for Sword Technique!
Qin Hao’s casual sword stroke broke his cherished blade and crushed all his fighting spirit and thoughts.
He held the broken sword, rigidly stood still for a while, then let out a hysterical roar, brandishing the remaining shard toward Qin Hao.
"Bastard, how dare you break my sword! I’ll kill you!!!"
He roared, eyes turned blood-red, while Qin Hao disdainfully curled his lips and raised the long sword again, thrusting towards the man’s chest.
This time, Qin Hao’s move was plain and even devoid of form. He simply held the long sword and thrusted straightforward, as if all the moonlight in the world had gathered at the tip of Qin Hao’s sword.
"Is this... the legendary true Sword Dao..."
The woman, blood still dripping from the tiger mouth, stared blankly at Qin Hao’s sword, muttering to herself, feeling utterly unable to resist.
Thwack.
The long sword pierced effortlessly into the man’s heart.
Hot blood gushed onto the ground, with the man’s broken saber dropping weakly to the earth as he stood a meter ahead of Qin Hao, finally losing breath.
The final meter marked the distance between life and death, a chasm he couldn’t cross even at the cost of his life.
His eyes remained fixed on Qin Hao, yet they gradually lost their luster. Qin Hao stared calmly at the man, neither fearing his unclosed gaze nor his persistent stare even in death.
Qin Hao casually withdrew the long sword, causing the man to slump heavily to the ground, having lost all final support.
The Quicksand Organization’s Female and Male Assassins’ hands dripped with the blood of numerous innocent lives. Their deaths, even a hundredfold, were deserved. Qin Hao’s mind was upright and noble, fearing no demonic temptations.
With the man’s death, the woman’s demeanor froze for a moment, followed by a shriek full of despair.
"Ah————!!!!!!"
"Give me back my man!!"
She rushed at Qin Hao, maddened, while Qin Hao curled his lips disdainfully and said, "Alright, I’ll send you down to reunite."
With that, Qin Hao swung the sword smoothly, slashing across the woman’s throat.
Hot blood continued to spill onto the man’s body, with their blood merging indistinguishably.
She collapsed next to the man, reaching out desperately to hold the man’s hand, a poignant smile lingering on her lips, "I... I’ll walk with you..."
With those words, she breathed her last beside the man.
The gentle evening breeze swept over, as Qin Hao casually tossed the long sword dyed with the Assassin Duo’s blood to the ground, then gazed steadily toward the center of the camp.
There, a sharp killing intent had already locked tightly onto Qin Hao, rapidly approaching him.
Xia Han hid inside the wooden house, watching Qin Hao kill with ease. His posture was elegant and composed, leaving her utterly spellbound.
For a moment, her vision and mind were filled with the sword Qin Hao had just swung, and his cold eyes under the chilly moonlight.
Qin Hao had barely waited a few breaths when a furious shout came loudly from afar, reaching him.
"Who dares disturb here!!!"
The voice drew nearer, erupting like thunder by Qin Hao’s ear by its final word. Xia Han heard it inside the room, feeling as if all her blood was stirred to boiling by the shout and her heart raced as if it would leap out of her chest.