A Sword Honed for Ten Years

Lei Yun's face turned livid with rage. In his right hand, he held a Crystal Ball half the size of a fist.

A feather was embedded in the Crystal Ball, allowing him to sense where the Cloudwing Beast had gone.

Yuan Kun and the others looked equally grim.

They had mobilized so many people to capture the Cloudwing Beast, only for Qin Hao to ruin the entire plan!

"Search! Find him!"

"When you find Qin Hao, I'll make him wish he were dead!"

Lei Yun roared.

"Yes!"

"Search for Qin Hao!"

The Lei family members and retainers quickly formed small groups and rushed toward where Qin Hao had last been.

By then, Qin Hao had already headed for the outskirts.

He had not gone far when a slender figure blocked his path.

"You're Qin Hao?"

The man's breathing was steady and deep. He held a sharp sword across his chest, his eyes burning with fervor.

More striking still, wisps of sword light drifted around him.

His sword had not moved, yet its light already flickered.

"Who are you?"

Qin Hao stopped. He could feel a fierce desire for battle coming from the man before him.

The sword light around the man was exceptionally intense.

There was even a trace of Sword Force mixed into it.

Far away, atop the gorge.

"Interesting. Liu Changqing has gone looking for Qin Hao."

Deng Mingxuan watched with interest.

From where he stood, he could see Qin Hao clearly, but he had no intention of going over.

Deng Mingxuan chuckled. "Liu Changqing ranks first among the Ten Great Experts and is known as the Sword Young Master. If he's stopped Qin Hao, he must want a fight."

"Junior Sister Tang, which of the two do you think is more likely to win?"

Tang Bingyan considered