Chapter 538: Chapter 536 Treasure Box
The night was deep, the wind was colder, and the world was shrouded in darkness.
The black ground was flowing with large pools of fresh blood, and not far away lay many corpses. Blood continued to seep from the wounds on these corpses, and their body temperature had yet to fade, clearly having died not long ago.
Suddenly, the sound of a fight broke out. In front of a distant abandoned building, countless shadows were flickering in the night. As they drew closer, it became clear that forces from multiple factions were engaged in a deadly brawl. Many of them were dressed in antiquated attire, exuding a prominent aura with every movement. They were evidently descendants of the major ancient martial arts families.
There was also a small group of people whose skin and hair colors were distinctly different from those in Asia, all from foreign forces.
Clang!
A shirtless white man wielding a long knife struggled to block it in front of his chest, only to be sent stumbling backward by a shadowy figure’s punch, causing him to suddenly cough up a mouthful of fresh blood.
"In Asia, there are very few people with your strength. Who exactly are you?"
The white man looked at the man in front of him, his expression filled with shock and fear.
As a steward of the Skull Society, Jason had full confidence in his abilities.
In the underground world, he was known as the Bloodthirsty Swordsman, having slain over a hundred lives.
Now, standing before Jason was a Chinese man in his twenties. Even as an Asian, he was exceptionally handsome, with a pair of starry eyes that sometimes shone brightly, and at other times were filled with a chilling coldness.
"You don’t need to worry about who I am. Almost all of your squad teammates are dead. Why not give up resisting and let me kill you honorably? After all, everyone’s time is precious."
Glancing at the distance, nearly all of his own team’s members were down, while the five subordinates of the Chinese man stood intact, watching this way with an almost leisurely air.
The battle’s outcome was decided, but Jason was unwilling to give up resisting.
His brow furrowed, anger rising in his heart, as he cursed in broken Chinese: "Such arrogance, you Asian monkey! Do you think you have me figured out?"
"Why bother? Gu poison is something of our Huaxia. You white pigs come from thousands of miles just to die... are your heads all malfunctioning?"
The Chinese man’s tone was regretful, his eyes suddenly taking on a mocking expression: "Jason, isn’t it? If I remember correctly, your underground nickname is ’Bloodthirsty Swordsman.’ Is the Texas Killing Maniac your master?"
"How do you know about my master!"
Jason’s eyes widened in shock.
Texas Killing Maniac, the King of Assassins in the Dark World twenty years ago.
This person was bloodthirsty, committing all kinds of evil, practically delighting in killing.
According to incomplete data statistics, this demon killed more than five hundred people in his lifetime, making him a terrifying super demon.
Jason was indeed an apprentice of the Texas Killing Maniac, but neither he nor the Texas Killing Maniac ever disclosed this secret to the outside world.
How did this man in front of him know?
"Fate plays cruel tricks. When I killed your master, he told me your story. He said that once you knew the truth, you would hunt me for revenge. How could he have known that his disciple would also fall by my hand?"
The Huaxia man shook his head with a sigh, making Jason’s body shudder, his face ashen as he pointed and trembled: "You... you are the Night Emperor!"
He finally remembered that the man who killed his master was the current King of Assassins, known as the Unbeatable God of Slaughter, the Night Emperor!
"Well, it’s such an old title. But it’s already something in the past."
Qin Hao looked at the moonlight with a melancholy face, slowly losing his expression: "I killed your master back then because the guy killed without principle, behaving like a beast without any conscience. I hear you followed in his footsteps, so, die now."
Upon finishing the word "die," Qin Hao’s figure vanished in the moonlight, reappearing behind Jason.
Sssht!
A faint sound was heard, Qin Hao stood motionless, and so did Jason.
Ssss... Ssss...
A subtle sound started again, initially as small as a mosquito’s buzz, gradually growing louder until a bloodline appeared on Jason’s neck, blood flowing more fiercely.
Jason’s eyes bulged out, despair facing Qin Hao, wanting to speak, but his throat produced only "gugugu" sounds.
Finally, his eyes lost focus, and he fell powerlessly to the ground.
Having dealt with Jason, Qin Hao walked over to his team members, "Is everyone alright?"
The team members all shook their heads, indicating they were fine.
Qin Hao felt somewhat reassured, but still approached Gu Qinyue, tapping her on the face and body.
"I’m fine."
Gu Qinyue pouted slightly, Qin Hao didn’t seem to trust her at all.
Qin Hao smiled, rubbing her head with affection: "If anything happens to you, I can’t forgive myself."
The sounds of fighting could be heard from afar, Qin Hao’s eyes narrowed and his expression turned serious: "Up till now, we’ve eliminated four teams. There’s no point in this futile slaughter continuing. Let’s take a detour."
To avoid getting caught in another brawl, Qin Hao led everyone, avoiding the direct path and circling around the ruins, finally arriving at an altar.
On the altar was a chest half as tall as a person, encrusted with gold and enameled with jade, appearing luxuriously extravagant, suggesting something extraordinary was within.
"Could the Gu poison be inside?"
Upon seeing the chest, Little Wolf’s expression became gradually feverish: "Commander Sun said that there would be many kinds of Gu poison on Dragon Gate Mountain. Any type we bring back will earn us a handsome reward!"
"What are we waiting for, let’s just take the Gu poison first!"
Thinking about the reward, even the seasoned Scholar couldn’t remain calm, quickly heading toward the altar, determined to seize the chest.
"Wait, there’s a Killing Array around the altar!"
At Qin Hao’s reminder, the Scholar halted immediately, astonished.
Indeed, such a crucial item couldn’t possibly be unguarded by an array.
Though disappointed, no one was surprised.
Suddenly, a sinister voice sounded: "This chest is mine!"
With the voice’s fall, a masked man dressed in black emerged from the night.
His entire body was wrapped in a black bodysuit, with only his hands full of calluses and cold eyes visible, no other skin was exposed.
As the masked man approached, the atmosphere at the scene turned cold. It could be said that Qin Hao and his team felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, immediately becoming tense.
Just then, another voice rang out.
"You think you can just claim it? You’re not considering us from the Tai Chi Sect!"
With those words, a group marched over with great swagger, all dressed in matching azure robes embroidered with yin-yang symbols on their chests.
Leading them was an elderly man with white hair and beard, exuding a high aura, appearing like an immortal.
Trailing behind the elder were mostly young men and women, faces full of pride.
Seeing this, Qin Hao slightly narrowed his eyes.
First the mysterious masked man, then the ancient martial arts family; getting this chest wouldn’t be easy!