"Y-you, let go!"
The hunter leader shouted at Jiang Hao in terror, his voice trembling. Anyone could hear the fear in it.
Jiang Hao snorted coldly and flicked his wrist, jerking it back.
The hunter leader felt a sharp pain in his palm, accompanied by intense numbness. His hand immediately loosened from the sword hilt. With a flick of Jiang Hao's hand, the sword spun through the air, and when it fell, its hilt landed in his palm. He thrust it forward.
"Swish, swish, swish, swish~!"
The crowd only saw several flashes of white light. When they looked again, the hunter leader's clothes were falling to the ground in tatters, leaving only a loincloth behind.
Whoosh~!
The sword tip finally came to rest against his throat.
The hunter leader's eyes widened, and his body stiffened. He did not even dare breathe. By now, Jiang Hao had utterly terrified him.
Even if he had several more brains, he never would have imagined that this frail-looking scholar was actually a master.
"Where is Lanruo Temple?" Jiang Hao asked softly.
Gulp. The hunter leader struggled to swallow and said with difficulty, "East of the city. Five li east of the city."
"Pfft, pfft!"
The longsword pierced the hunter leader's shoulders, crippling the meridians in both his arms. From then on, he would never have the strength to wield a blade again. As for whether he lived or died, Jiang Hao could not care less. The man had dared frame him; not killing him outright was already mercy.
"Ah~!" the hunter leader let out a miserable scream.
Jiang Hao moved again, sweeping the sword sideways.
"Smack!"
The broad side of the sword slammed into the hunter leader's head. He flew away like a rag sack, crashed into the nearby wall, and immediately passed out.