Qin Shujian paused briefly.
He saw Shan Hao draw a stone spear. A profound, ancient aura spread from it, making his mind tremble uncontrollably.
An Ancestral Weapon!?
Qin Shujian was uncertain and alarmed. Just as he was about to stop him, Shan Hao pierced the Evil Fiend with a single thrust.
Then.
Right before his eyes, the Evil Lord's body turned into essence-eroding bone powder and fell to the ground.
Another patch of black spread across the stone spear in Shan Hao's hand, now covering half of it.
At the sight.
Qin Shujian's fingers trembled slightly.
Not because the Ancestral Weapon's power frightened him, but purely because he was furious.
He—
Had his kill stolen again!
One Evil Fiend meant at least a hundred points of fortune value, tens of millions of life source, and pure energy besides.
Taken together, those things were worth a fortune.
Sect Master Qin had roamed the world for so many years. Although people had stolen his kills before, never had anyone called out to stop him and then brazenly stolen one right in front of him.
Furious!
Absolutely furious!
Qin Shujian suddenly felt the urge to strike Shan Hao dead.
But he could only entertain the thought. He could not actually do it.
Whatever else he might be, Shan Hao belonged to the Imperial Court. With that stone spear, which seemed to be an Ancestral Weapon, in his hand, he was no easy opponent either.
If they truly fought.
Even if he could kill Shan Hao, he would likely pay a considerable price himself.
Just as killing intent surged in Qin Shujian's heart, Shan Hao felt an inexplicable chill run through his body, though it quickly disappeared.
At that.
He glanced around but found nothing wrong, so he simply stopped worrying about it. Then