Ghost Immortal City's Arrival

Qin Hao's dismissive gaze made the old man deeply uncomfortable. It had been so long, so very long, since he had felt such contempt from another person.

Just then, the old man seemed to sense something, and his entire being tensed.

He glared fiercely at Qin Hao above, slowly rising to his feet. He spat a mouthful of blood to the side and said with a smile, "Heh heh, I hope you don't regret this. You will pay the price."

At this moment, Qin Hao also noticed the old man's strangeness, narrowing his eyes and staring at him, asking, "Did it arrive?"

He didn't speak further, looking around, but found nothing unusual.

Just then, an arrow, whistling from a distance, shot directly towards Qin Hao. The sound of the arrow breaking through the wind was like the roar of a dragon, its power immense. In the blink of an eye, it was about to engulf Qin Hao.

However, Qin Hao made no excessive movements. He merely turned slightly to look at the incoming arrow.

With quick eyes and deft hands, he caught the arrow. The arrow's terrifying impact had no effect on Qin Hao whatsoever; it only ruffled his hair and couldn't even force him to take a single step back.

Qin Hao caught the incoming arrow with his bare hands, raising an eyebrow. As his physical condition improved, Qin Hao could easily see people miles away. Staring intently at the direction of the incoming arrow, he saw a figure appear on a distant city wall, dressed similarly to the old man in the pit.

This person held a bow as black as ink, staring in his direction.

"It seems like reinforcements from Ghost Immortal City have arrived," Qin Hao thought with a knowing smile. "Finally, I've been waiting."

Seeing the bow in Qin Hao's hand, the old man in the pit knew his reinforcements had arrived, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

At the same time.

On the city wall.

The ghost cultivator holding the bow also noticed that Qin Hao had surprisingly taken his arrow unharmed. A hint of worry crossed his face. "It seems he is indeed a tricky fellow. No wonder old Zhang Long called us to support."

As he spoke, he took out another arrow, preparing to shoot Qin Hao again.

Qin Hao waited for a while, but the person didn't shoot another arrow. He stopped looking at him and instead gazed at the flat expanse of residential buildings, which had now turned into shattered ruins.

The surroundings had been razed to the ground by Qin Hao, with numerous large and small pits, creating a truly gruesome scene.

Thump, thump, thump~

Several footsteps echoed from the surrounding ruins.

Several people dressed in Ghost Immortal City attire walked towards Qin Hao. Qin Hao counted them: a total of four people had come to support, three of whom were surrounding him, and one was shooting arrows from a distance.

Adding the old man, there were now five people from Ghost Immortal City present.

At this point, the old man also leaped out of the pit and came to Qin Hao's side, forming a pincer movement.

"How is it, are you satisfied? Hahahaha." Seeing that Qin Hao was surrounded, the old man laughed heartily.

Qin Hao ignored him and instead observed the other three people. He noticed that all three were at the Nascent Soul stage, but he didn't show any concern.

As the old man was mocking Qin Hao, one of the people who came to support him said disdainfully, "Zhang Long, you're such a waste. You can't even deal with a little brat like this."

"What good is it for you to still be alive?"

Hearing this, Qin Hao knew the old man's identity. He thought, "His name is Zhang Long? Does he have a brother named Zhao Hu? Hahaha."

The old man named Zhang Long, hearing someone mocking him, quickly looked towards that person and said, "Jiang Yin, stop talking nonsense and deal with this kid in front of us first."

"Hmph!" Jiang Yin stopped arguing with Zhang Long and took out his weapon, a large saber. He carefully sized up Qin Hao.

Although he had just mocked Zhang Long, it was only casual talk. He wouldn't underestimate someone who had beaten Zhang Long into such a state.

Furthermore, judging by the injuries of both parties, Zhang Long was clearly on the losing side. Looking at the destruction around them, he knew the young man in front of him was not to be trifled with.

"Kid, I can tell you're no ordinary person. How about it, want to join Ghost Immortal City?" Jiang Yin decided to try and recruit him first, to avoid unnecessary casualties.

"Ah~"

Qin Hao twisted his neck, stretched his slightly sore arms, and yawned, saying, "Are you guys going to fight or not? Coming at me with all this nonsense, do you have any other words?"

"If you're going to fight, hurry up. I still need to go back to sleep!"

Hearing this, Zhang Long's rage surged. He angrily charged forward, wielding his bone hammer.

Seeing this, Jiang Yin no longer hesitated. He quickly shouted to the two people beside him, "Bai Hu, Chen Bin, you two stay on the flanks. Be ready to attack if you see an opening. Zhang Long and I will go first."

"Alright!" The two also knew that the young man before them was not simple and were very cautious.

With that, Jiang Yin slowly advanced, intending to catch Qin Hao off guard with a saber strike.

Qin Hao looked at Zhang Long's bone hammer and found it quite interesting. That bone hammer was really hard. He wondered what kind of demonic beast's skull it was from. He had already clashed with his fists against it several times, and it hadn't broken yet!

This time, he didn't plan to block it head-on but instead used his speed to dodge the attack, flashing behind Zhang Long, preparing to deliver a friendly punch.

Just as Qin Hao was about to punch Zhang Long, Jiang Yin suddenly appeared on Qin Hao's right. Jiang Yin's saber strike directly hit Qin Hao's abdomen.

There was a "ding!" sound.

Hit by the blow, Qin Hao was sent flying backward, smashing into the ruins and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Beautiful!" Seeing Qin Hao sent flying, Zhang Long clenched his bone hammer and shouted, finally venting his anger.

However, Jiang Yin showed no smile. Just now, as he swung his saber at Qin Hao, he felt that he hadn't broken through Qin Hao's defense, but had instead been blocked.

He lowered his head and looked at the saber in his hand. There was no blood on the blade at all, which proved his guess. He looked at Qin Hao's position in shock.

As expected, at that moment, footsteps could be heard from within the dust.

Thump, thump, thump~

Qin Hao's figure slowly emerged from the ruins. He appeared unharmed, save for a shallow knife mark on his abdomen that hadn't even broken the skin.

He dusted off his clothes and looked at Jiang Yin with a slight smile on his lips, saying, "You're quite interesting."

Seeing Qin Hao emerge unscathed, the expressions of those present turned even more solemn. They knew Jiang Yin's strength; if that strike had landed on any of them, they would have been severely injured, if not killed.

"Damn it! How is this possible? With that strike, how could this kid not even have a scratch?" Witnessing Qin Hao's monstrous defense, Zhang Long already felt a deep sense of powerlessness.