He had defeated an Eastern Sea swordsman whose strength was no weaker than that of a Saint Martial Realm Fourth Layer Grandmaster, and won thirty-seven straight matches in the Sword Pool Tournament!
Beneath his black cloak, Jiao Hong's face twitched, and flames of fury flashed in his eyes.
How long had it been? Qin Hao had already caused such a stir in Sword Pool City.
Seeing Jiao Hong remain silent, the young woman sneered. "You knew exactly how strong Qin Hao was, yet deliberately kept it from us. You thought a mere two hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones would make the Heavenly Fiend Organization eliminate him for you."
"I had no such intention!" Jiao Hong hurriedly protested.
What a joke. If he offended the Heavenly Fiend Organization, he might as well resign himself to a lifetime of endless assassination attempts!
The young woman ignored him, her expression darkening. "The Heavenly Fiend Organization has no interest in your grudge with Qin Hao. As for now... you may leave."
The Maiden remained impassive, her voice cold.
"This..." Jiao Hong hesitated and did not reach for his Storage Spirit Ring.
If the Heavenly Fiend Organization refused to act, he had no idea what he would do.
It was true.
At the Ninth Layer Peak of Saint Martial Realm, Jiao Hong could easily crush Qin Hao.
The problem was the Demonic Qi Black Sphere in Qin Hao's possession. Jiao Hong feared it deeply.
If the Heavenly Fiend Organization would not act, his entire plan would go up in smoke.
"How many Spirit Stones do you want?" Jiao Hong asked after a moment's thought.
"Hmm?"
The Maiden paused, seemingly surprised that he still wanted to raise his offer. Her expression eased slightly. "Not much. Eight million Low-Grade Spirit Stones."
"How much?!!!"
The Maiden's words had