In the highest leader Long Taibai's office in the headquarter of Dragon Group, Cang Ying, a bald old man from Cang Hai Sect who was the second figure in command, was giving Long Taibai a report about the arrangements for tomorrow.
"Boss Long, everything is arranged according to your requirements. Nearly all the elites of Dragon Group are dispatched. We can assure that Qin Hao and his team will never return alive." Cang Ying grinned hideously.
Long Taibai looked at grinning Cang Ying with a cold face, then he said in a freezing voice: "Very good, and I hope your guarantee will not be a joke again this time. We have failed in defeating Qin Hao several times and I don't want one more failure. This is our last chance. If we don't make it this time, the Dragon Group will be terminated. You know the aftermath."
"Please rest assure, Boss Long. I know this time is different from the past. Our elites are all dispatched. If we still can't kill him, we...
"Stop? Hum, you want me to give up the Dragon Group? It is impossible. The Dragon Group is one part of me. Even if you don't care about it, I'll never do that. The Dragon Group and I will live or die together!" "It is actually the power that you won't give up." the man without calves directly laid bare his thoughts. With no words, Long Taibai's face was frozen. Then he sneered at him, "You're right, but so what? What's wrong with power?" "Power is fine. But you are blinded by power. You become insane. Enough is enough. Your desire for power is far beyond control, which leads to today's tragedy of the Dragon Group. If you don't stop, the result must be miserable." said the man without calves calmly. His cold pale face was filled with sympathy. However, Long Taibai ignored the sympathy of the man without calves. Instead, he was annoyed, "So a miserable end is the curse you put on me? All right, I won't let you get what you want.
After checking with Li Tielan, Qin Hao took his Spirit Sense back. He knew why Li Zhanwu had brought her to here. But he didn't say anything but sat in the car quietly. Without caring about others' feeling, He stretched out his hand and hugged Shi Bingying's soft body, letting her lean against his chest. Shi Bingying was a little shy at first, but soon naturally lean on Qin Hao's chest, cherishing the precious sweet moment before the battle. "Hey, Qin Hao, a little later..." Li Zhanwu, who was on the seat beside the driver, turned his head and wanted to say something to Qin Hao. But the moment he saw the two were holding each other he felt embarrassed and turned back his head. He had to swallow his words and complained in heart: It was too much. Nowadays these young people behaved intimately regardless of occasions. Qin Hao didn't care about Li Zhanwu's thought. He was holding Shi Bingying while looking outside of the car enjoy
Dragon Group, the spectacular attic. Today Long Taibai wore a white windbreaker. The white clothes matched his pale face, which was not so white as it had been. In the attic's room, a charming black figure stood before the balcony, gently playing the old piano. The sound was not in order, making it difficult to recognize. However, Long Taibai sat there still and listened silently without any intention to interrupt. "Ehhh..." With a sigh, "zin", after a piano sound, all were stopped. "Sister, you are still recovering and you should have a good rest. You can rest assured that I will take down Qin Hao's head and avenge you." Long Taibai said firmly. Shadow shook her head, "Senior, that doesn't matter. My piano sound is not in order. That is probably because of you?" "Me?" Long Taibai had a change in his look. "Senior, is that necessary to involve some many people to kill Qin Hao?" Shadow a
Hearing Li Zhanwu's introduction, Qin Hao spread out his spirit sense again. He found those perfection stage experts in the cars in the parking lot. Among them, the strongest was in the beginning period of the perfection stage and the weakest the late period of the perfection stage. After that, Qin Hao opened eyes and said to Li Zhanwu, "They are in the cars in the parking lot." Li Zhanwu was astonished, staring at Qin Hao with surprise, "How did you find them?" "I have my own ways?" Qin Hao replied as before. Li Zhanwu opened his mouth and did not say a word. He felt even more confused by Qin Hao's strength. The young man had surprised him so much. How strong could he be? Li Zhanwu was not sure. But he could be sure that Qin Hao was very strong. Qin Hao's being strong was good, making Li Zhanwu feel more secured. However, the extra security was so little for the force of Dragon Group t
Before the battle, Qin Hao had told Nie Jingshan not to compete with the Fat Leopard. Nie Jingshan was inferior to Fat Leopard on their stage. Although Nie Jingshan’s cultivation could be more advanced, it was only limited to the early period of the Inner Stage, but no more than in the middle stage. But the Fat Leopard was in the peak of Perfection Stage. Nie Jingshan could not compete with his strength. At the current situation, Nie Jingshan not only had to bear the strong strength of Fat Leopard, but the strength with Fat Leopard falling from the top, which would also add his weight. How could Nie Jingshan stand? Li Zhanwu, who had been worrying about the situation, heard Qin Hao suddenly exclaimed, he was extremely nervous and hurriedly asked, "What happened?" Without Qin Hao's answer, the situation on the platform had already been explained. ”Bang!” With a loud voice, Nie Jingshan couldn't bear the fierce powe
"Dum dum..." A few loud bangs that came out when the knife touched the stick. "Boom..." The roar of the mace sounded when it fell to the ground. Everyone saw the sawdust fluttering, and heard a thunderous roar. One second...five seconds...ten seconds...twenty seconds... Finally, the sawdust fell to the ground, and the roaring sound gradually disappeared. Everyone stared at the people in the arena. They wanted to know who won and who lost. The Fat Leopard was on the ground. his chest was undulating, his mouth was wide and gasping, and his blood was criss-crossing, especially the blood on his shoulders flowing down. He had already dyed his half body and looked shocked. Nie Jingshan's Devil Blade was in his hand, the knife tip was on the ground, his face was pale, his mouth had a trace of blood, and huge sweat beads covered his forehead. His chest was heaving, and gasped heavily.
Bald Head, as a man, would not let Liu Yan, a woman take advantage, and didn't back off. "No, you'll go next. I'll go this time." "You...!" Liu Yan frowned. "Alright, stop it. You have lots of opportunities. This time, Bald Head will go." Qin Hao interrupted with unchallengeable authority. Liu Yan shut up and backed off. The Bald Head walked forward excitedly, wanting success like Nie Jingshan just now. "Bald Head, don't be happy about it." Qin Hao said coldly, "That one is a learned practitioner at the beginning period of the Perfection Stage. Do you know what that means? His skills are countless times higher than Martial Cultivators in the Inner Stage. So you can at most fight someone in the middle period, or the later period of the Inner Stage if you do really well. Your battle will be much fiercer and more difficult than Nie Jingshan." "Remember, just like Nie Jingshan, your advantages are your m
In the arena, Xiang Yun hit his target and was laughing again. He was even more arrogant. "How about that? Know how fast I am now? Huh, you have a good weapon, but you can't even touch me. A good weapon is a waste in your hands." Bald Head bit his teeth and bore with the pain of the two wounds, and smiled at Xiang Yun in despise, "I'm nothing, and you're no better. It's only like this. I'm still alive!" Xiang Yun's eyes became cold, and seemed interested in Bald Head, "OK, you're a real man. You got the spirit. Let's see how long you can keep doing this. Kill!" After the word "kill", Xiang Yun disappeared again, and he did his best, with his steel revolving knife becoming shadows, "Shaaaaa..." Countless shadows of the knife were slashing Bald Head, and blood was oozing out of him. Bald Head could not fight back at all, and could do nothing in front of such speed. It was not a fight. It was a slaughter.