Qin Hao's gaze was icy cold. With a flicker of purple radiance over one hand, he conjured a purple longsword and slashed forward.
The strong warrior, who had one hand crushed, tried to dodge but was struck in the chest by Qin Hao's sword, ripping open a large gash. The rampant Sword Qi surged into his organs, completely shredding them.
The warrior stared intently at Qin Hao, then fell backward onto the ground, lifeless.
An Innate Condensation was slain, leaving only two more.
Qin Hao dispersed the Light Saber in his hand, positioning himself in front of Xia Mengchan. He stared at the two remaining foes and sneered, "Holy Sect Sect Master, you have crossed my line."
His gaze was cold, charged with murderous intent, casting a terrifying air over the two men.
At that moment, Qin Hao was like a god of death, standing on the mountain peak, his eyes devoid of any emotion as he looked upon the two.
The middle-aged man was none other than the Sect Master of the Holy Sect, Lin Yang.
