The journey from the Ink Forest Mountains to the Northern Yan Dynasty's Imperial City took only half an hour.
Throughout that half hour, Venerable Hun Yan did all the flying. Qin Hao exerted no effort at all; instead, he kept the Great Dao Spirit-Seizing Art circulating the entire time.
Although his injuries had not fully healed, he had recovered most of the way.
Now, Qin Hao unleashed his full speed. Almost as though he had used Teleportation, he appeared before Qi Feng in an instant.
"What? How are you so fast?" Qi Feng only saw a blur before Qin Hao appeared before him.
He was so fast that Qi Feng had not even seen him move.
In terms of cultivation, Qi Feng had only just reached the meridian opening ninth layer. He was nowhere near Qin Hao's level.
Smack!
Before Qi Feng could figure out what was happening, a heavy slap smashed into his face.
His right cheek instantly swelled and reddened. He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth, his expression twisting into a snarl.
"Qin Hao, you dare hit me! You bastard, you actually dare hit me!"
Qi Feng felt as though he was going mad. He was a prince of the Northern Yan Dynasty, a man of exalted status, yet Qin Hao had slapped him in front of everyone.
"Do you know who I am? You think bringing a Venerable here..."
Shhk!
Before Qi Feng could finish, Qin Hao's expression turned icy, and the Setting Sun Sword slashed down. Like slicing through tofu, it severed Qi Feng's left arm on the spot.
Blood splashed across the ground, its pungent smell filling the air.
An uproar erupted!
Only now did everyone finally react. Cries of shock rose all around, and many people retreated repeatedly in terror.