"Duan, is this your Shaxian Town?" When the three walked into the main streets of the town, there was nobody there. And in the air, there was only the smell of blood and death, so Hong Luan was wondering, "Why nobody's here?"
Duan Lang frowned and had a straight face. He looked at his town and felt something. They had hurried here day and night, but they were still late.
"Follow me to the mayor's mansion." said Duan Lang. Then he started to go in that direction.
Hong Luan followed with Shadow.
"Wait, someone's there." Duan Lang stopped and watched in a direction. He shouted, "Get out!"
And with that, a person came out from a shabby house and looked sad and torn.
That person hardly walked to Duan Lang when he threw himself to the ground and howled, "Mayor, you've finally returned."
Duan Lang was shocked, "You..., Yunzhongcheng, what happened to you? What happened here? Where's everyone?"
In the war room of the military base, Li Zhanwu, Shi Bingying, and Liu Yan, as well as five members of the Sky Group, gathered together, looking at the LCD screen.On the screen was Shaxian Town. It could show Shaxian Town's situation directly.This was a direct live streaming of surveillance through satellite, which was installed after Li Zhanwu reported to his superior at night. They couldn't stay there, but they must know what was going on there.The hidden array of Shaxian Town had been destroyed, so the satellite could capture the images of the situation below.They saw Duan Lang and other people enter Shaxian Town, but they did not find Qin Hao. Qin Hao had not come out since he entered the spirit tower last night. Therefore, the satellite could not find him after it was set.They looked at the screen with complex emotion mixed with worry, nervousness and expectation.They expected Qin Hao would give
"Boom, boom..."The Gather Spirit Pagoda continued to sink, and the ground was cracking. The cracks were torn into huge gaps.He could not stay here any longer. He had to leave now.Qin Hao's figure flashed and turned into a wind rapidly flying upward....In a room of the mayor's mansion, Duan Lang stood in the room. He saw that figure suddenly disappear before him, and he was slightly surprised.Shadow disappeared. When he was about to jump on to rape her, she suddenly disappeared like a ghost."You come like a ghost and leave like a ghost. It turns out that you come from Trace-Hiding Sect,” said Duan Lang. Then he calmed down. Trace-Hiding Sect was a legend in Semi-Ancient Martial World. It was also a horrible group of assassins.This sect wore a mysterious veil as its disciples, whose face could be seen by few. Those who saw their faces were mostly killed, and those who surviv
"Boom..."The huge palm shadow slammed on the ground, making the ground quake with a deafening sound. Sand and stones splashed, and the soil cracked and collapsed.The place where Qin Hao stood was turned into a deep sunken hole, which was exactly the same pit that Gather Spirit Pagoda sank. This palm made the pit collapse, so the soil fell into the hole, burying the sinking Pagoda.Standing behind and saw the whole process, Yun Zhongcheng's heart trembled. A Void Stage master was too horrible. He yearned for one day he could also have such great power."You are too slow. You think you’re qualified to kill me in such a speed?"Qin Hao’s voice came from behind the two people, which scared them.The two quickly turned around. Their astonished pupils reflected the scene of the young man standing on the top of a building. Qin Hao stood in the wind, looking down at them with disdain.Duan Lang's fa
Two figures were fighting in the sky, one holding a saber, the other a sword. They aroused blasts of wild winds. The surrounding air was roaring, mixed with seeming thunder. At last, "crack", the sword was broken and fell from the sky. Blood was spattered down to the ground. The two figures in the sky separated. Each flew down on and stood at a corner of a building's roof. From Hong Luan's red cuff blood was dropping. The sword in hand had been broken. At the broken end of the sword, blood was dropping too. In a short time, the roof under her feet had been dyed red. "I beg you one thing." She pleaded with Qin Hao. "You say. But I may not agree." answered Qin Hao coldly. "Bury me together with him, will you?" She wanted to be buried together with Duan Lang. Qin Hao slightly raised his eyebrows, "Honestly, I'm touched by your words. If you haven't bullied my woman, I'll agree. But now I w
"Old Li, take it easy. Listen to me." Qin Hao interrupted Li Zhanwu who was over-worried, "You need me for worrying about the lack of strength for Sky Group to fight against masters from those sects." "It's good for you to know." said Li Zhanwu, "Without you, how can we conquer those sects? By what we have now? That's no different from courting death. It's okay for you to stay out of it, unless you find a master who can replace you." "How about letting it replace me?" Qin Hao smiled and waved his hand. A shadow flashed past. "Howl!" The thunderous sound shook the whole conference room. People were shocked a lot. They were simply stunned when seeing the huge monster in front of them. With a bullhead, a horse body as big as an elephant and a tiger tail, the huge monster stood at the center place, narrowing the room a lot. "It, it's Little Monster?" Li Zhanwu recognized the huge monster. But Little Monster had never
A week later, Qin Hao and Shi Bingying came to Rong City. The journey took them half a month, the most of which was spent in climbing Wumeng Mountain. There were no convenient transportation tools like plane and train in the modern city. In Wumeng Mountain there were ranges with thousands of miles long. The roads were twisted and the mountains were steep. There were no planes or trains and one could only walk. Luckily, both of them were Martial Cultivators. If an ordinary man had been going to pass the ranges, he would have to spend at least half a year. In Rong City they found Lan Ruorou, wife of Ye Tianping. They got the answer that Ye Tianping and Ye Siyu (her daughter) went back to Medicine Sect with the captive Jin Yang. They had thought about taking Lan Ruorou with them so that they could reunite in Semi-Ancient Martial World. However, Lan Ruorou had a company to manage and she had to handle with something before she left
Famous Sword Sect, as one of the seven major sects, used to be grand and magnificent. But the groups of buildings as manifestations of the big sect now remained only dilapidated walls and bricks. Numerous houses had been blown down directly from the middle, leaving huge and palm-shaped pits with bloody dead bodies in addition to building debris. Of course, there were still some people of the sect who were alive, but they were no different from the dead. Their eyes were glazed, their pupils dilated, their faces frightened, and they did not know what kind of shock and terrible things had happened to them. Those who had survived were simply petrified. Just as ordinary people suddenly met evil spirits at night and were scared to death. "This, this... this is the work of human? Or an act of god?" Those Martial Cultivators who had surrendered never saw such a powerful approach and they were all stunned. They preferred t
Qin Hao left. Although Li Zhanwu did everything, he couldn't keep Qin Hao. He left with his Little Monster and his beloved woman and his Shifu. ... With Bloody Demon King leading the way, Qin Hao and others passed the Soul-Sucking Array and entered the Semi-Ancient Martial World. After entering, Qin Hao and Shi Bingying felt cool, like bathing in the Spring breeze. They could feel the Spirit Qi by simply breathing. It was fantastic. If had cultivated in this environment, they would have saved a lot of efforts. It was a heaven for cultivators. Seeing the surprise on Qin Hao's face, the Bloody Demon King scolded him, "Son, don't be amazed too soon by this little Qi. You'll find the true heaven when we reach the real Ancient Martial World." "Yes, yes, Shifu." Qin Hao said. He was too young to see through everything compared with old monsters like Bloody Demon King who had lived for hundreds of years.