Chapter 321: The Powerful Qin Hao
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“Hahaha! Little bastard, when heaven offers a path, you don’t take it, but you barge into hell yourself! Today, even if a Saint King Realm master were to arrive, you won’t survive!” A Quasi-Saint Realm powerhouse of the Spirit Race burst into hearty laughter, his tone frigid. His icy tone cast a shroud of ominous intent over the entire Spirit Race’s territory!
In recent years, countless Spirit Race experts had fallen at Qin Hao’s hands. Leaving aside the matters of the God Demon Sect, just one year ago, their Spirit Race had lost a total of five Quasi-Saint Realm powerhouses! With so many Quasi-Saint Realm powerhouses’ falls, even the Spirit Race felt the pinch.
It could be said that the current Spirit Race was simmering with anger, wishing they could tear Qin Hao into pieces right away. Originally, they had worried about not being able to find Qin Hao’s whereabouts. Unexpectedly, today he had delivered himself to their doorstep.
“I came here today with only one goal. That is… To destroy the Spirit Race! I want you to taste the pain of losing your family and clan!” Qin Hao stood proudly in the void, enunciating each word. His tone contained an unforgettable hatred. The Spirit Race had played a crucial role in his current Plight.
In just a short while, more and more Spirit Race experts had arrived. These people all had cold smiles on their faces as if looking at someone about to die. Not to mention a mere Qin Hao, even if Su Chen were here today, the Spirit Race was confident they could make him stay.
“Haha… You’re so young yet you talk so big! I’ll kill you!”
Within the Spirit Race, a youth’s figure flickered as he appeared upfront. His aura was extremely powerful and sharp. His robes fluttered in the wind as he stood in the void and slowly drew his sword.
The moment his sword was unsheathed, it erupted with a heart-palpitating sword intent. At the same time, the longsword swiftly slashed down towards Qin Hao.
Terrifying sword Qi pierced through the clouds like countless divine swords in the sky, transforming into countless blades that chopped toward Qin Hao. This sword was extremely stunning, leaving countless Spirit Race experts awestruck.
Many of them had wanted to make a move initially. But upon seeing who had attacked, they stopped their actions, relieved expressions on their faces. Ever since the previous Young Master died, Ling Ling had become a rising star of the Spirit Race. Just from the power contained in this strike, Ling Ling already possessed all the might expected of a young prodigy. Even the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens of other factions would need to be cautious when facing this sword.
Boom!
The sword Qi was like a sea, a vast expanse of whiteness as if stars had fallen and the sun and moon had been overturned within. The terrifying scene was simply unimaginable.
“Haha… It’s just a small trick!” Qin Hao sneered. He took a step forward, his stalwart figure bursting with sharpness, and his unwavering eyes revealing traces of killing intent. At this moment, he was more like a young emperor! His eyes were like two heavenly swords, rendering it impossible for anyone to meet his gaze. Although he was only ten, he had already displayed what it meant to be truly invincible!
Qin Hao’s palm lightly slapped out, his eyes flickering with boundless divine light. Two fingers casually clamped the longsword. Such a terrifying attack that could sever mountains and make countless prodigies of the younger generation pale was now…gently caught by Qin Hao.
This…this was simply unbelievable. Everyone present was completely petrified. Their eyes were filled with shock as they struggled to recover for a long time.
“How is this possible?” Ling Ling was also in utter disbelief. That had been his full-powered strike! Yet it had actually been blocked so easily… Not only was it blocked, but more importantly…the other party wasn’t even ten years old yet! Moreover…Qin Hao’s realm was much lower than his, not even having passed the Nirvana Tribulation. With such a comparison, the gap between the two was instantly evident. If they were in the same realm, he was afraid he wouldn’t even have a chance to retaliate against Qin Hao.
“Humph! I don’t believe it! 1 want to see how long you can remain arrogant!” Killing intent surged in Ling Ling’s eyes. His arm suddenly shook as he drew his sword, slashing at Qin Hao once more. He swore to sever Qin Hao’s palm this time.
However, facing his strike, Qin Hao still calmly slapped out with his palm. His palm seemed cast from divine metal, giving off a series of sparks that distorted half the void. The entire Spirit Race seemed to tremble.
Right after, Qin Hao turned his palm into a fist and smashed it forward. In that instant, the longsword forged from rare divine metal was smashed into two pieces. Everything had happened too quickly for anyone to react. No one expected a supreme-grade spiritual treasure to be so fragile before a youth only at the peak stage of the Spirit Sea Realm.
The sword fell and before it hit the ground, was caught in Qin Hao’s hand. He held it casually between two fingers and slashed out. This counter came so swiftly that even Ling Ling only reacted now. He gripped the broken sword and turned to flee. However, it was too late. He could only watch the blade enlarge rapidly before his eyes.
Pfft! The half of the longsword that had originally belonged to him was now gripped in Qin Hao’s hand and ruthlessly stabbed into his chest. In that instant, thousands of divine lights appeared and shredded his body completely. His entire being dissipated into a bloody mist, forming a blood-colored puddle where Qin Hao stood, extremely eye-catching.
Silence! The entire place was deathly silent! At this moment, the entire Spirit Race fell quiet. No one expected that the prodigy they had placed their hopes on, the next Spirit Race Patriarch, would perish just like that. Including Ling Ling, the Spirit Race had lost far too many rising stars in such a short period of time!
After all, the one who had died in the God Demon Sect’s ruins was their Young Master. The Spirit Race Patriarch had soon followed after. And today…even Ling Ling was dead. It could be said that the massive Spirit Race was now completely fractured. At this point, they had entered a difficult situation with a lack of promising successors.
“Ling Ling!” A Spirit Race expert roared furiously, his face filled with irrepressible rage, his eyes swiftly clouding with a layer of blood. Ling Ling was his direct descendant! After the previous Young Master died, Ling Ling completely rose to the position of the successor of the next-generation Patriarch. If nothing unexpected happened, the great responsibility of Spirit Race Patriarch would fall to their linage for the next thousand years. And as Ling Ling’s elder, he would also benefit. However, following Ling Ling’s death, all of this had become a mirage that could no longer be realized..