Danger!

An unprecedented sense of danger instantly enveloped Ding Hao’s whole body.

He quickly used the Smoke Method.

Ding Hao shook a little, and the next moment, more than a dozen realistic shadows separated from Ding Hao’s body, like a flock of birds, rushing into all directions.

Ding Hao could not resist that power at all.

So he could only avoid it.

Even so, Ding Hao only felt like a giant hammer that weighed tons of pounds hit him. He felt the blood in his throat, and spat a mouthful of blood!

“I’ve cultivated my sword skill for a dozen years. Once I wave my sword, I’m capable of shaking the sky and the earth. I don’t care whether you’re good or bad, and I don’t care whether you’re my friends or my enemies. I only care about money!”

A clear and nice piece of poetry came from afar.

Ding Hao looked up and saw a slender figure, who was floating one-meter high from the ground, swiftly approaching from the ice cliff in the distance through the snow.

That person wore a light blue gown, and his sleeves were fluttering. Snowflakes under his feet were like lotus flowers. Every time he stepped, there was a lotus flower under his foot. It seemed that he walked slowly, but actually, he covered 200 meters in the blink of an eye.

The horrible Sword Qi was obviously his random attack.

“Ding Hao?” That man approached. He stared at Ding Hao and carefully watched. The way he looked at Ding Hao was like a hunter who had finally found his prey.

“Who are you?” Ding Hao asked, secretly on guard. He did not dare to have the slightest carelessness.

“Sword Indignant, from the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.” The green robed man smiled slightly.

He was 24 or 25 years old with a white face and had clear facial features. He slightly curled up his mouth. There was a kind of pride and a little bit of helplessness on his face. His long eyes were full of morbid light.

“The Swordsmanship-seeking Sect?” Ding Hao was shocked and frowned. “Are you a disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect? Are you going to kill me?”

Sword Indignant nodded honestly, “Correct.”

“I don’t care whether you’re good or bad and whether you’re my friends or my enemies. I only care about money…” Ding Hao knew who he was. “Are you a killer hired by someone?”

“You’re right.” Sword Indignant answered patiently and smiled.

“As a disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, you actually choose to be a killer for money!” Ding Hao said with a doubtful and mocking tone.

“I am.” His answer was always clear and simple.

He flexed his fingers and flicked the snow on his shoulders. His posture was very chic and his smile was unchanged. He said, “Now that we’re from the same Sect, I’ll give you 10 breaths to prepare.”

“You’ve known that I’m also from the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, but you are still going to kill me?” Ding Hao slowly calmed down.

“As a killer, I only care about how much the price is. I don’t ask who the target is.” Sword Indignant was still smiling. “Eight breaths.”

Ding Hao sneered and asked, “Who asked you to kill me?”

“Think about your enemies.” Sword Indignant always wore the unchanging smile. He was a killer, but he acted like an old friend of Ding Hao’s. He explained patiently, “Before you die, you can think about your enemies who hate you very much. Maybe you can figure it out… I’ve been looking for you for a whole month and finally found you… By the way, you have five breaths.”

“Well! My enemy!” Ding Hao actually bowed his head and thought seriously.

…

Sword Indignant was surprised.

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He did not think that in that case, Ding Hao really did not worry about himself at all. Instead, he was thinking about that question. Did he think he would not be killed?

Or… Was Ding Hao confident that he could escape?

Sword Indignant had cultivated for over 10 years in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect and he used to be a famous man. He had won first place of the five academies competition many times. His sword talent was rather excellent, and he had been favored by his master and envied by his fellow male apprentices.

Unfortunately, he was young and was eager to seek success. At the beginning of his cultivation, he activated his Qi Seed with the disabled Qi-Drawing Pill. Therefore, after he reached the Full Closure of the Martial Mentor Realm, he could not break the bottleneck to become a big Martial Mentor no matter how hard he had tried.

Not everyone could accept that change from glory to downfall.

Under Sword Indignant’s smiling face was his morbid heart. Therefore, in the past few years, the former genius gradually became murderous. He practiced his sword skill by killing people, and finally, he became a man who was addicted to killing!

Only the free-spirited killing, the horror and pleading of the dead before they were killed, the splashing warm blood, and the broken white bones, could comfort his abnormal psychology—one caused by frustration. Only then he could have a sense of achievement and satisfaction.

He had killed a lot of people.

Sometimes he killed just because he wanted to, and sometimes he killed because of remuneration.

After all, his cultivation was stuck and he needed a lot of resources, elixirs, and Spiritual Herbs to get through the difficulties. His consumption was larger than that of the ordinary people.

After killing Ding Hao, he would get a big reward.

More importantly, Ding Hao was the same as him, who was also the first of the five academies competition. Killing such a young disciple with a similar experience, it might comfort his abnormal psychology more.

Before taking that business, he had studied Ding Hao very carefully.

It took a long time to find Ding Hao’s whereabouts.

For Sword Indignant, that was not a simple kill.

That was great enjoyment.

…

10 breaths had passed soon.

Evil Moon had lain on the ground to pretend to be dead as soon as Sword Indignant showed up. He was an expert in that respect. Even a congenital great grandmaster would not notice the white cat lying on the ground was actually alive.

Sword Indignant did not pay any attention to the cat.

At the last moment of the tenth breath, Ding Hao looked up, pulled his sword, and waved… A series of movements was finished in an instant. A stream of bright star-like sword light shot out from his hand slowly and quickly.

As soon as he acted, Ding Hao used the Sword Intent.

In the face of such an opponent whose realm way beyond his, if Ding Hao did not use all his strength, he would definitely die.

Sword Indignant’s pupils shrunk, and he appeared to be shocked.

As a brilliant swordsman who had cultivated in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect for many years, he knew how unusual Ding Hao’s attack was. The fascinating and birght sword light was pure and simple. However, he sensed a smell of danger.

However, he had his pride as an excellent swordsman and did not allow himself to avoid the attack from a junior whose strength was much weaker than his.

He pulled his sword and tried to block it.

Clang!

Initially, it was just a micro-sound of a metal impact.

There was not even the slightest amount of energy generated by the collision.