The older generation all knew that when Horn charged into Nether Domain Star and cut off the head of a general of the ten tribes, he used a Qiu Yan. There was no way to verify the origin of this famous saber whose name was obviously oriental. He only knew that this famous saber looked like a saber with no edges, but in reality, the snow-white broken blade extended out from it was another blade that was as thin as a cicada's wing.
The blade seemed to be transparent, and one had to look at it from a specific angle to vaguely see the slender blade.
Now that Qiu Yan had reappeared, the entire hall was filled with saber Qi. Although Qiu Yan only had one, everyone in the hall, especially those with extraordinary battle prowess, could feel that the entire hall was filled with an enormous aura. This Qi activity was not twisted together like an ordinary powerful force. Instead, it was fragmented, like thousands of sharp blades flying and whistling. Even someone as thick-skinned as Ederick couldn't help but shiver at that ice-cold blade.
The fatty couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he didn't stand on the wrong side just now. Qiu Yan's Saber Qi was so strong that even he, a bystander, felt it. Fatty didn't dare to imagine what would happen to Valhinian, who was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. He asked himself if he were to change places with the killer. Horn didn't even need to use his saber. The fat on his body had probably been cut into pieces by this wave of saber qi.
Just as he was thinking this, Horn looked over, intentionally or unintentionally, and Ederick's fat trembled even more.
The autumn glitter fell to the ground, and the saber aura rose instead of falling.
Cracks appeared on Valhinian's suit.
This assassin let out a roar for the first time. He raised his hands, and his Qi was like a raging flood, pushing up layer by layer. He was about to release his killer move, but he saw Horn's hand move, Qiu Yan slashed upwards and struck.
The light in the hall dimmed.
A resplendent stream of light flashed through the space. The light was golden, like a ray of sunlight in autumn. The autumn sun was not as fierce as the summer sun, but it was warm and permeated all things. In an instant, the hall was filled with the colors of autumn, like the afternoon sun on an autumn day.
The enormous aura that Valhinian had gathered was gone.
The assassin grunted and quickly retreated, crashing through the window and disappearing from everyone's line of sight in the blink of an eye.
Horn didn't chase after her. He just took back Qiu Yan. When the famed saber fell, a rumbling sound rang out in the hall, and a crack appeared in the building. The building shook and slid down, collapsing onto the ground and exploding into thousands of tons of rubble. Amidst the hustle and bustle of dust, the people downstairs were crying and shouting, but upstairs it was completely silent.
Qiu Yan's blade was so powerful. From this saber strike, everyone in the hall could roughly see Horn's outstanding demeanor in holding Qiu Yan and killing enemies on Nether Domain Star.
The roads in the gambling city extended in all directions, and there were many viaducts and tunnels. Not far from the golden sail, there was an underground tunnel. Above this tunnel was the main road of the city. Usually, there was a lot of traffic, so the tunnel was naturally used to serve pedestrians. It was just that those who could enter the gambling city were either rich or noble lords. There were flying cars coming and going, and even small flying ships coming and going in the Gambling City, so these pedestrian passages were useless.
In the tunnel, a large patch of purple light suddenly lit up. Old Baker's figure flashed through the tunnel in a sorry state, dripping with turbid blood along the way. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw a bolt of green lightning rushing towards him with a menacing aura. Old Baker barely managed to turn his body sideways, and the green lightning brushed past his shoulder, immediately ploughing out a bloody groove. This green lightning was extremely domineering, but after injuring the enemy, it exploded with thousands of strands of lightning. As a result, the wound on Old Baker's shoulder immediately expanded, and blood splashed like rain, causing him to almost faint from the pain. He leaned against the wall and gasped for breath, just as Horn had said, the butcher was old.
Old Baker's ferocious nature was aroused when he saw lightning slowing down. A pair of hands that were as thin as chicken claws flipped up and raised, supporting the purple flames to push away the lightning, condensing into a ferocious purple python. Looking at the fire python that was shaped like Origin Energy, Lightning raised his hand and waved it down. The Flame Python was directly split into two. The split Flame Python could no longer maintain its form. It scattered into purple flames and exploded continuously, illuminating the entire tunnel with a dense purple light.
Old Baker looked at his hands in disbelief.
"Do you feel that Origin Energy is difficult to continue?" Lightning looked at him playfully and said, "I remember you once worked with Maine to plot against Mr. Horn with dissociation fluid, right?"
Old Baker's pupils narrowed.
Lightning nodded, "That's right. I bribed the people at the Maine factory and got some from them." Of course, they're all in your stomach now. I'm just afraid you'll find out that I don't use much at a time. All these years, Master Baker has rarely made a move. Even if he bumps into me, I will take care of it for you. "So, Master, you should have only just discovered that you don't have much Origin Energy left, right?"
"You … you bastard actually did such a thing!" Old Baker's voice trembled. Reminded by lightning, he remembered a trip half a year ago. He was blocked on the way by a powerful enemy. At that time, almost all of his subordinates had died. Old Baker had originally planned to personally take action, but Lightning had fought off the enemies with serious injuries. At that time, he thought that it was Lightning's loyalty. Now that he thought about it, it should be because this brat didn't want him to discover that his Origin Energy had fallen in advance.
Everything was for today.
Old Baker laughed, "You can endure it. It's a pity that there are 800 people who died in my hands. I don't even know who your father is. Bastard, you want to kill me? Then come on. "
"I'll do the same even if you don't say it." Lightning took a deep breath and took a step forward, bringing with it a few green lightning snakes as it rushed towards Old Baker.
Old Baker hammered the ground with both fists, smashing out two winding purple flames along the ground towards the lightning.
Lightning jumped up and dodged a pair of purple snakes that exploded from the ground.
A saber slashed through the air.
Old Baker raised his hand and danced out balls of purple flames. They bombarded the lightning saber like cannons, forcefully dispersing it.
Lightning landed, rolled, and bounced up. With a stride, he had already rushed in front of the old man. He handed over the lightning saber in his palm, and there was no sadness or joy on his face.
Old Baker shouted loudly, ignoring the saber in his palm, clenching his fists and placing them on Lightning's chest. Lightning did not fly out as he thought. Instead, he grabbed the old man's thin shoulder with one hand and forcefully crashed into the old man's embrace. The palm knife stabbed out from Old Baker's back, and the old man's blood gushed out like a fountain. Lightning himself was bleeding from seven orifices, but he did not relax. He still wrapped one hand around the old man's head and pulled it heavily. Hearing the sound of his neck cracking, Thunder Lightning was relieved.
He staggered and let go of Old Baker. Ten years of blood enmity, one day to avenge. However, it wasn't as carefree as he had imagined. There was only a hint of indescribable melancholy. Lightning laughed, then cried, and in the end, there was no sound in the tunnel. He silently pulled up Old Baker's collar and dragged the ruthless character, who had been called a butcher in his youth, out of the tunnel like a dead dog.
Horn sighed when Old Baker's corpse was thrown at Horn's feet. Looking at the man whose face was covered in blood or tears, he said, "You're free."
Lightning only nodded, wiped off the blood on his face, and bowed solemnly to Horn. Then, without hesitation, he turned around and gradually walked away.
Is he free?
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