Qin Hao had heard a little about the Heavenly Fiend Organization, though he knew little beyond its reputation across the True Martial Continent. Many Saint Martial Grandmasters and geniuses had fallen at its hands.
What Qin Hao could not understand was who would hire the Heavenly Fiend Organization to deal with him. Its fees were exorbitant, and Thousand-Man Slayer, a silver-rank assassin, was one of its core members.
Suddenly, a figure flashed through Qin Hao's mind: Jiao Hong, the Soul-Severing Sect Master!
Jiao Hong?! Killing intent surged in Qin Hao's heart. Of course. Jiao Hong didn't die at Heavenly Mountain Peak. He knows I have the Demonic Qi Black Sphere, so he doesn't dare come after me himself. But hiring the Heavenly Fiend Organization makes things much easier.
And I can't use the Demonic Qi Black Sphere at the Sword Pool Tournament. The city lord's estate would never allow it... So Jiao Hong very likely hired the Heavenly Fiend Organization to deal with me.
That Jiao Hong really won't let go of his wicked schemes.
Anger rose in Qin Hao's chest. Though he had no proof, he was all but certain Jiao Hong had hired the Heavenly Fiend Organization.
Aside from Jiao Hong, Qin Hao had made no other enemies outside. Surely it could not be the Shi Family of the Primordial Domain? Given their power and standing, they had even less reason to hire the Heavenly Fiend Organization to chase him across thousands of miles.
"Cough, cough..."
Before Qin Hao, Thousand-Man Slayer's chest rose and fell as he coughed. He tried to speak, but could only cough when he opened his mouth. Threads of blood trickled from beneath his silver mask. Yet his eyes remained bright as he looked at Qin Hao with a trace of hope and a