Yang Zhenshan's face changed drastically.
The pressure was so strong that a person like him, Mid-Stage Second Layer of Foundation Establishment, had difficulty breathing.
Caught off guard, his legs softened, and he was knocked down to the ground, with his hands on the ground, unable to move.
The account book on the table was blown by the air waves, turning the pages, the tea cup tipped over, and the tea dripped all over the table.
In the nursing home outside the door, some people fainted and some were lying on the ground trembling.
The sound of footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.
Don't be hasty, don't be slow, step on the bluestone, it's like stepping on the heart's heart.
A person has crossed the threshold of the Main Hall.
He is in his forties, with a lean build and a stern face. He is wearing a black brocade robe and has a long sword hanging on his waist.
His eyes swept across the hall, and finally landed on Yang Zhenshan lying on the ground, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a condescending look.
There is a person following behind.
Wang Tiannan.
His chest was wrapped in a thick bandage, with dark red blood stains on the bandage. His face was pale, but his eyes were full of resentment and pride.
The man in black stood in the center of the hall, standing with his hands behind his hands, looking at Yang Zhenshan on the ground, and spoke.
The voice was not loud, but it carried an unmistakable coldness.
"It was you who injured Wang Tiannan?"
Yang Zhenshan knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth, put his hands on the ground, and raised his head with difficulty.
Veins popped up on his forehead and his face turned red, but the pressure was so heavy that he almost lost all the strength to even raise his head.
He saw the person's face clearly.
But I don't know him.
The intensity of that pressure is at least Foundation Establishment Late Stage.
Yang Zhenshan took a deep breath, suppressed the anger and unwillingness in his heart, and said in a hoarse voice, "I wonder... who is the senior?"
The man in black spat out two words: "Qin Hao."
Yang Zhenshan's pupils shrank suddenly.
Qin Hao.
Champion Marquis Qin Guan's nephew.
Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layer Peak, the one who attacked Nanan Gate, fought with Prince Jing, a fierce man who couldn't decide the outcome all night long.
Shouldn't he be wanted by the court?
Why is it at Lin'an?
How come you got mixed up with Wang Tiannan?
Yang Zhenshan Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but this was not the time to think about them.
He gritted his teeth and spoke with difficulty, "Senior... Yang doesn't know that Wang Tiannan is a senior... If there is any offense..."
The words are not finished yet.
He suddenly felt that the pressure on his body disappeared.
It's not weakening, it's disappearing.
Clean, like it's never been there before.
Yang Zhenshan was stunned and thought Qin Hao had let him go.
He raised his head and saw Qin Hao's expression changed.
On that stern face, the arrogance and scorn disappeared completely in an instant, replaced by shock, fear, and an expression of seeing a ghost.
Qin Hao was bent down by the inexplicable force, but at least he could still stand.
He twisted his neck hard and looked in the direction of the courtyard door.
But Wang Tiannan couldn't. At this time, he was lying on the threshold with his back stretched out, his limbs stiff, his eyes widened, his mouth open, but he couldn't make any sound.
His body seemed to be held down by an invisible giant hand, and he couldn't even move a finger.
At the entrance of the courtyard, a young man in gray robe slowly walked out.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his face calm, and a long black knife hung on his waist.
Zhou Qi.
Qin Hao's Adam's apple rolled.
This coercion pressed down on him like a huge mountain. Within this range, it was difficult for him to even move around.
He is Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layer Peak, only one step away from the Golden Core Realm.
There is only one possibility that can make him feel this way.
"You... you..." Qin Hao's voice was stiff and his lips were trembling, "Golden Core Realm?"
Zhou Qi didn't look at him.
He walked slowly into the Main Hall and walked past Qin Hao without stopping.
Zhou Qi found a chair and sat down.
He glanced at the account books and the overturned teacup on the table, and then looked at Yang Zhenshan who had already stood up.
Yang Zhenshan glanced at Zhou Qi, then at Qin Hao who was frozen in place, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.
Golden Core Realm.
Zhou Qi is already Golden Core Realm.
He leaned back on the chair, ignored Qin Hao, looked at Yang Zhenshan and said, "Go and kill Wang Tiannan."
Wang Tiannan was lying on the threshold. When he heard this, his eyes widened even more and he tried desperately to struggle.
But his body was tightly held down by the pressure, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move at all.
Qin Hao stood there, his face ashen, but he did not dare to speak.
Yang Zhenshan glanced at Zhou Qi and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
He moved his sleeves, and a dagger fell out with a sharp blade.
He held the dagger and walked towards the door step by step.
Wang Tiannan watched Yang Zhenshan approach, his eyes full of fear.
He wanted to shout but couldn't.
Even if I want to run, I can't.
I could only watch the man squat down in front of him.
Yang Zhenshan squatted by the threshold, looking down at Wang Tiannan.
Their faces were very close, so close that Wang Tiannan could clearly see the fine bloodshot eyes in Yang Zhenshan's eyes.
"Brother Wang." Yang Zhenshan's voice was very soft, as if he was reminiscing with an old friend, "You and I have been fighting for so many years, and it's time to come to an end."
Wang Tiannan's lips trembled violently, and his eyes were full of pleading.
Yang Zhenshan smiled.
There was no pride or sarcasm in the smile, only a sense of relief and calmness.
The dagger fell.
Plunge into Wang Tiannan's neck and make a stroke along the way.
Blood spurted out and splashed on Yang Zhenshan's hands, sleeves, and face.
He didn't hide and allowed the warm liquid to splash on his skin.
Wang Tiannan's body twitched violently several times, and a "ho ho" sound came from his throat, like a broken bellows leaking air.
Yang Zhenshan didn't stop.
He grabbed Wang Tiannan's hair and shook the dagger hard. The blade rubbed against Wang Tiannan's neck bone, making a tooth-wrenching "crunch" sound.
Once, twice, three times.
The head was finally cut off completely.
Zhou Qi watched Yang Zhenshan finish and turned his attention to Qin Hao. His tone was still calm. "Why did you help Wang Tiannan?"
Qin Hao took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, cupped his fists and said, "Senior... I used to be in Marquis Residence, and I met this Wang Tiannan. I was looking for my uncle a few days ago, and I met this Wang Tiannan, and he found a place for me to live in Qingling Mountain..."
Zhou Qi understood that Wang Tiannan had given Qin Hao gifts before, but Qin Guan's rebellion failed. Qin Hao fled to Lin'an City and found Wang Tiannan, who gave him a place to live.
"Where is Qin Guan?"
"I... I don't know, but after my uncle left Yongjing, he never contacted me again. I heard that my uncle had appeared near Lin'an during my escape, so I came here to look for him."
Zhou Qi looked at him and said nothing.
Qin Hao's spine was chilled by the sight, but he still didn't dare to move.
Zhou Qi raised his right hand.
A flick of the index finger.
A Spiritual Qi shot out from the fingertips, as fast as lightning, and went straight to Qin Hao's right leg.
"Pfft--!"
Spiritual Qi penetrated the knee, and the sound of bone shattering was clearly audible.
Qin Hao groaned and swayed, but he gritted his teeth and refused to scream.
His right leg hung limply from the knee down, and blood was dripping down his trouser leg.
He was holding on to the doorframe, his face was pale, and there was cold sweat on his forehead, but his back was still straight.
Zhou Qi A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.
This Qin Hao is quite a man.
"I am Zhou Qi." Zhou Qi spoke, his tone still calm, "You are a descendant of Qin Guan. I will not kill you, but since you are here, just leave one leg and go."
He glanced at Qin Hao's broken leg and looked away.
The pressure disappeared, and Qin Hao knew that he was letting himself go.
Qin Hao gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and said, "Thank you, senior!"
After saying that, he dragged his broken leg and limped out.
Main Hall is quiet.
Yang Zhenshan stood at the door, holding Wang Tiannan's head in his hand.
He glanced at Zhou Qi, put his head on the table, and covered it with a piece of cloth.
"Mr. Zhou." His voice was a little hoarse, "Thank you."
Zhou Qi waved his hand, stood up and walked out Main Hall.