"Who are you?" Qu Shanhai looked at the man before him, still unsettled by shock.
He was on the verge of becoming a Sword Master, his strength unrivaled by anyone beneath that rank, and even when facing an ordinary Sword Master, he possessed the power to contend. However, against the deceptively simple slap of his foe, he found himself completely unable to defend, without even a chance to block the blow. What level of strength did this person have?
Chen Pingfeng and the others stopped as well. If even Qu Shanhai couldn’t withstand a single slap from the opponent, how could they dare to make a rash move?
"You’re not worthy of knowing," the man said dismissively, not even deigning to look at him straight in the eye.
"What did you say!" Qu Shanhai’s face changed drastically. A scion of the Qu family, and a renowned expert of Nanxi County, he had never been so belittled. A naless fire began burning in his heart.
"Get lost!" The man’s reply was a single word. His expression was still calm, his tone still indifferent, but within that detachnt, there was an intangible chill.
"I know you are stronger than , but as a descendent of the Qu family, I will not be humiliated as such..." Being slapped in the face had been embarrassing enough, but Qu Shanhai could comfort himself, suggesting it was the result of his opponent’s unpredictable movents and not a complete disgrace. But to be so blatantly insulted and openly rebuked, if he continued to swallow his pride, would he have any face left? Therefore, Qu Shanhai suppressed the shock in his heart and roared fiercely. And to top it all off, the man hadn’t even used his hand to slap him, but a sword scabbard! It was utterly humiliating, undoubtedly the greatest sha Qu Shanhai had ever experienced.
Deep down, he still harbored so illusion that perhaps the man’s prowess was rely due to his elusive movent technique, and his actual strength wasn’t necessarily much better than his own, that he might not be completely devoid of fighting power.
Alas, his illusion was quickly shattered.
"Smack" Another slap echoed, and Qu Shanhai took flight like a "Heavenly Flying Immortal" once again, the pattern from the sword scabbard swelling visibly at rapid speed on the other side of his face.
A one-hit-kill. This was a true one-hit-kill!
Even as Qu Shanhai prepared himself for combat while speaking, he still had no chance to dodge against the opponent’s simple strike.
"You... you..." Qu Shanhai fell to the ground, unable to hide the horror in his heart, looking at the man, utterly panic-stricken and at a loss for words.
The man said nothing, just casting a glance that made Qu Shanhai feel as if he had plunged into an ice cave, trembling uncontrollably.
"Let’s go!" Where would Qu Shanhai dare to delay any further? He knew that if the man wanted him dead, it would be as easy as a slap. He stood up and yelled at Chen Pingfeng and the others, scrambling towards the valley’s exit in a clumsy retreat.
Seeing Qu Shanhai faring so poorly against that man, Chen Pingfeng and the others had already turned ashen with fear, awaiting only his signal to hastily depart.
Like birds and beasts scattering, they all wished they had been born with four legs, each running so fast that they disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Mu Hanyan held the Dragon Blood Stone, her mind filled with distress.
This expedition to Longyan Mountain had truly been one with many twists and turns. Not to ntion the successive appearances of Great Swordsn, Mu Hanyan was already hard-pressed to deal with Qu Shanhai, and now there had co a man who could send Qu Shanhai flying with a re sword scabbard! To think that this person hadn’t even used his hands, as if reluctant to dirty them and had resorted to striking with his scabbard out of disdain and arrogance, it was clear he had enormous strength and was accustod to a high status.
Yes, a monster, that’s what he was. So young, so handso, and yet possessing such formidable power, what else could he be but a monster?
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