53: Chapter 53 The Death of Ma Guanhua

Ma Guanhua's expression froze.

Immediately, he looked up.

A man resembling an Asura in white was watching him with amusement.

The most terrifying thing was that the aura radiating from this man was at the current peak of humanity—the Emperor Rank.

"Director Ma, your son is still in my hands."

"Running so fast, are you giving up on him?"

Ma Guanhua was stunned.

Damn it, I'm about to die, who cares about a son?

Then, a sycophantic smile appeared on Ma Guanhua's fat face, and he said:

"Emperor Qin, my son offended you; this is his fate. As a father, I must offer my support so that he may grow."

"Grow? Grow where, on his grave?"

Ma Guanhua's expression darkened.

"Truly a case of a loving father and filial son."

As soon as these words were spoken.

Qin Xiaogan's figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Ma Guanhua.

Then, without hesitation, he raised his hand and swung a fierce, incomparable slash.

Ma Guanhua's pupils contracted sharply.

He hurriedly tried to raise his hand to counterattack.

But at that moment, he discovered with horror that his body was filled with thick, black energy.

"Crack!"

A heart-wrenching sound of snapping suddenly rang out.

An arm fell off just like that without any warning, blood splattering everywhere.

Ma Guanhua couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, a look of agony appearing on his face.

But he still gritted his teeth, enduring the intense pain, and swung his other still-intact hand forcefully at Qin Xiaogan.

Qin Xiaogan gently gripped this hand of his.

Immediately, in the silent atmosphere.

Another hair-raising "crack" sound rang out clearly.

Qin Xiaogan had actually crushed Ma Guanhua's arm just like that; his ruthless methods were astonishing.

"Ah!"

Ma Guanhua could no longer endure the bone-piercing pain, and a shrill scream escaped his mouth.

Qin Xiaogan listened to Ma Guanhua's scream, a trace of a smile appearing on his face.

Then, Qin Xiaogan raised his foot without hesitation and kicked hard at Ma Guanhua's knee.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound was heard.

Ma Guanhua was immediately unable to support his body and collapsed onto the cold, hard ground.

His whole body was trembling uncontrollably, sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, and his face was as pale as paper, as if he would meet God in the next moment.

The Marquis of Champions and the others standing on the city walls could not help but feel uneasy when they saw this scene.

He could have killed Ma Guanhua instantly, but Qin Xiaogan insisted on torturing him first.

Truly.

Unique...

Qin Xiaogan stared at Ma Guanhua's throat and said slowly.

"I like your ability very much."

"I'll accept it with pleasure."

Qin Xiaogan raised the hell kitchen knife in his hand, just about to slash at Ma Guanhua's throat.

Just then, Ma Guanhua suddenly roared with a ferocious expression.

"I know who wants to destroy the Qin Family!!!"

Hearing this, the hell kitchen knife in Qin Xiaogan's hand paused slightly.

However, immediately afterward, the knife in his hand did not stop; instead, it slashed toward Ma Guanhua with even greater speed.

"Crack!"

Ma Guanhua's large head fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

On his face, a trace of wishful thinking still remained.

He thought he could survive by relying on this secret.

Unfortunately, Qin Xiaogan never listens to the words of the living.

Because only the dead will tell him the truth.

Qin Xiaogan gently wiped the "eager" hell kitchen knife.

"Go, have a full meal."

As soon as these words were spoken.

The hell kitchen knife rushed impatiently toward Ma Guanhua's corpse.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Ma Guanhua's body began to shrivel at an astonishing speed.

At the same time, a faint blue light began to radiate from Ma Guanhua's body.

A suction force came from the knife, rapidly devouring Ma Guanhua's soul.

Suddenly.

Qin Xiaogan's sword-like eyebrows arched slightly.

Then, he slowly raised his eyes and looked into the distance.

He saw a large expanse of black mist, like a tidal wave, approaching Yang City with an extremely swift momentum, like surging billows.

The spreading darkness seemed as if it wanted to devour everything completely.

The corners of Qin Xiaogan's mouth curled up slightly: "You're really late."

As soon as these words were spoken.

His figure sped toward that patch of black mist at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the spot, leaving behind only a blurred afterimage.

The hell kitchen knife had just finished eating Ma Guanhua when it realized Qin Xiaogan had already flown far away.

It spun around in place, and then, like a bolt of lightning, flew rapidly toward the city walls.

There were the souls of Marquis-level powerhouses there.

It had been craving them for a long time.

On the city walls.

The Marquis of Champions' expression sank abruptly.

After killing someone, he doesn't even spare the corpse.

Really... quite evil... personality.

"Swish!"

The hell kitchen knife, with the sound of breaking through the air, impatiently flew above the Marquis of Champions and the others.

Then, a soul power that even shocked the Marquis of Champions swept through the entire space.

Immediately afterward, the Marquis of Champions discovered with astonishment that the corpses on the ground were actually dissolving and disappearing rapidly.

A sharp light burst from the Marquis of Champions' eyes.

[Martial Spear]

A trembling aura surged from Marquis Wuan.

He clenched his right hand into a fist, the veins on it bulging.

Then, he slammed it toward the hell kitchen knife.

This punch carried a momentum that could overturn mountains and seas, like a cannonball fired from a chamber, cutting a sharp arc through the air.

Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting bursts of heart-wrenching whistling sounds.

"Bang!"

The wind from the punch hit the blade of the hell kitchen knife hard, emitting a roaring explosion.

This punch had actually torn open the soul field of the hell kitchen knife.

Immediately, the corpses on the ground stopped dissolving.

"Hiss hiss!!"

The hell kitchen knife felt the pain and let out low groans.

But after all, it was just a weapon; without Qin Xiaogan, it could not threaten Marquis-level powerhouses.

The Marquis of Champions laughed heartily: "I can't beat Qin Xiaogan, but I can't beat you? You little thing."

Beside him, Wu Yishui frowned slightly.

She didn't expect the Marquis of Champions' strength to be so terrifying.

It was probably already at the level of her foster father (Marquis Zhenguo) back then.

After sneering at the hell kitchen knife, which was anxiously spinning in the sky, the Marquis of Champions turned and headed toward Marquis Wuan's corpse.

"If you don't want anything to happen to your son, you had better not act rashly."

The Marquis of Champions' footsteps froze.

Immediately afterward, his expression became serious, and he said coldly to Wu Yishui.

"Are you threatening me?"

Wu Yishui's expression was calm like water, her eyes clear: "I am helping you."

The Marquis of Champions' breathing paused, and he was silent for a long time.

Then, he turned his head and looked at the still-unconscious Huo Wushuang with a very complicated expression.

"Sigh."

The Marquis of Champions sighed deeply: "I just want to take back my old friend's corpse; is even that not allowed?"

"No."

"Emperor Qin doesn't even spare the corpses, he really is..."

Wu Yishui frowned: "Really what?"

The Marquis of Champions hurriedly waved his hand and said: "He really is a show-off, oh no, he really is excellent."

Wu Yishui snorted coldly: "Uncle Huo, I've never seen you be so gossipy before."

The Marquis of Champions' expression became serious, and he said earnestly: "Yishui, I am, after all, your teacher."

"Can you respect the old and love the young? Respect your teacher and the principles?"

"You weren't like this before."

Wu Yishui looked straight at Qin Xiaogan, who had already rushed into the black mist, and said with full admiration.

"Yishui has never changed; when the Qin Family was here, everything I did was for the Qin Family."

"Now that the Qin Family is gone, everything I have belongs to Emperor Qin, including my life."

The Marquis of Champions sighed and said slowly: "What a stubborn girl. Although the Qin Family adopted you, what you've done over these years is enough to repay them."

"Why go to such lengths?"

Wu Yishui's expression froze: "In the future, I don't want to hear Marquis Huo say such things again."

"Because Emperor Qin doesn't like it."

The Marquis of Champions' expression froze, and he waved his hand: "I won't say it, I won't say it, don't report me."

"My old body can't withstand that blade of Emperor Qin's."

Wu Yishui suddenly giggled, the laughter carrying a hint of playfulness and teasing. She shook her head gently, her hair swaying softly with her movement.

This smile was like a ray of warm sun in winter, making people intoxicated by it.

The Marquis of Champions saw this scene.

His heart ached faintly.

What a good girl; how nice it would be if she were my son's wife.

Yet she was tamed by that demon Qin Xiaogan.

What a sin.