Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 753 - 752 The Price is Your Lives

753: Chapter 752: The Price is Your Lives

753 -752: The Price is Your Lives

Hao Jian had rescued Qiushui and was no longer worried about her safety.

Now that he had no more concerns, he could use all his strength in the upcoming battle.

However, he was unsure if these martial artists could force him to use his full strength…

“Murong Yeyun, it’s time to end this!”

Hao Jian’s eyes, which had been fixed on Murong Yeyun, gradually darkened as Qiushui left.

Rage surged within him, and a faint aura of authority emanated from his body until it finally exploded out, lingering in the area for a long time.

“Gulp…”

As Hao Jian’s aura spread, the sound of swallowing echoed repeatedly.

This man…

his strength is incredible!

This was the consensus among all the martial artists.

“All of you, attack!

Idiots!”

With Qiushui rescued, his leverage had vanished, and he now had to consider Hao Jian’s fury.

Seeing his subordinates frozen in fear at a crucial moment, his face turned ugly.

He then shouted angrily at them, “If you can take him down today, I’ll double your reward!”

“Roar!”

Sure enough, upon hearing about money, the martial artists immediately grew excited.

Their eyes sparkled with desire, temporarily forgetting the gap in strength with Hao Jian.

“Hehe, since you want to play, then let’s play nicely…” Nearly a hundred figures, radiating a terrifying aura, flew towards Hao Jian.

Hao Jian seemed unbothered, though, as he hooked the corner of his mouth in a mocking curve and slowly opened his hands, his soft murmur infuriating the martial artists even more.

“However, the cost will be your lives!”

“Annoying brat!”

The first martial artist charged forward.

He was a speed-type fighter, the fastest among the nearly one hundred present.

Upon hearing the reward would be doubled, he was the first to react and the first to reach Hao Jian—this being the best he had ever performed.

He even felt that, now, he could contend against anyone—whether that included Hao Jian wasn’t clear.

“The reward is mine!”

This martial artist shouted loudly while suddenly raising his fist.

Icy Vigorous Qi intertwined around his fist, accompanied by a soft whistling sound.

His fist was already hurtling towards Hao Jian’s head.

The fist got closer and closer to Hao Jian’s head while Hao Jian seemed as if he were asleep, not making any move to counterattack.

Seeing this, the martial artist’s face lit up with joy, and his lips stretched into an excited smile.

Ha ha!

I didn’t expect this guy to be all show and no go—so easy to handle!

As the martial artist’s smile grew wider, he accidentally spat out a few drops of saliva.

It was at that moment that Hao Jian finally reacted.

Feeling the martial artist’s uncouth behavior, Hao Jian frowned slightly.

He then gave a quick glance, curled his lips slightly, and thought: What’s wrong with this guy, has he gone mad?

Fine, just get rid of this disgusting fellow.

He casually raised his palm and swept it towards the martial artist, without any noticeable fluctuation of power.

Before the martial artist could react, Hao Jian’s palm had already struck his head.

“Boom!”

The martial artist’s body was slapped and flung away by Hao Jian’s palm, flying even faster than when he had charged over himself.

Previously conscious during his charge, he now lost consciousness due to the force of Hao Jian’s strike, continuing to fly at that speed.

The result was as expected; with a loud thump, the martial artist landed in a nearby mound of dirt, knocked unconscious.

“Such weak strength, and you dare show yourself?”

Casually knocking the martial artist away, Hao Jian sneered and shook his head, then slowly curled up the corners of his mouth, looking at the martial artists who had arrived in front of him.

“Kill!”

Screams were nonstop; the martial artists were shrouded in various auras, armed with all sorts of weapons—long poles, machetes, chain balls, short swords, daggers, and more.

Nearly half of the weapons carried by those present were different, and some even had unknown functions.

Facing such a bizarre crowd, Hao Jian almost wanted to laugh.

It was only when a longsword thrust at him from behind that his eyes suddenly narrowed; he casually lifted his palm, and with an unbelievable speed appeared behind the swordsman, swiftly extending his palm and striking twice.

One palm hit the swordsman’s back and another hit the handle of the longsword.

The longsword’s owner immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, along with pieces of his shattered heart.

“Clang!”

With a flick and a pull, the longsword was now in Hao Jian’s hand, and the swordsman was no longer a concern to Hao Jian.

Since he dared to strike, that meant he had already placed his life second.

“Indeed a fine weapon, just right for dealing with these people.”

Right hand gripping the longsword, left hand with two fingers slowly sliding over the blade, feeling the chill emanating from it, Hao Jian chuckled softly, his eyes then hardened, and he suddenly spun around, rushing into the midst of the army with his longsword!

As Hao Jian charged into the ranks of the martial artists, a bloody massacre also began to unfold…

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”

Like a ghostly figure, Hao Jian darted back and forth among the martial artists, miraculously avoiding any injury despite the multitude of attacks against him.

The attacks of these martial artists failed to reach Hao Jian, but Hao Jian’s attacks, like those of the God of Death, were fatal—one sweep of his sword and another person fell, turning into a pool of blood.

“In ancient times, they spoke of killing one every ten steps, leaving no trace in a thousand miles.

Today, does this count?” With a light flick of his longsword, he directly severed a martial artist’s neck, and Hao Jian grew somewhat narcissistic.

However, this did not hinder Hao Jian’s killing spree.

As time passed, more and more martial artists died under Hao Jian’s sword, becoming lost souls.

A thick aura of death swept towards the pale-faced, sweating Murong Yeyun.

“This…

this…”

Unknowingly, cold sweat had soaked through Murong Yeyun’s clothes.

His heart trembled as he watched Hao Jian slowly decimate his subordinates, methodically carrying out his slaughter.

Even on a few occasions, Hao Jian deliberately passed by him without raising his sword to kill him, leaving behind an intensely rich scent of blood.

All of this was a provocation by that man!

“Ah ah ah!”

Screams constantly resounded, and for some, being able to scream, to leave behind their last sound in the world, was a form of happiness.

That’s because among them, some didn’t even know how they died, their only sounds being muffled groans, with no other noises.

Hao Jian’s ghostly figure, together with his longsword that resembled the scythe of the God of Death, filled the remaining martial artists with immense fear.

Each time Hao Jian’s figure vanished, the next moment would surely bring a flash of silver light, followed by the passing of another life.

After taking out two-thirds of the people, those remaining martial artists finally came to their senses, their faces pale and terror visible on their cheeks as they realized that this man was no ordinary human!

They had so many people attack him, yet not one could leave a mark on him!

They also realized that, although earning money was good, it was useless if you lost your life for it!

“Run!”

No one knew who yelled that first, but it immediately triggered a chain reaction, with martial artists one after another starting to flee…

Only…

“I said before, if you plan to strike at me, then the cost is your lives!”

Watching these people flee, Hao Jian sneered, stamped the ground with his foot, and burst forth.

In the next three minutes, one martial artist after another lay in pools of blood.

When the last flash of the sword fell, the last fleeing martial artist died under Hao Jian’s sword.

“Crack!”

After killing this last martial artist, the longsword in his hand suddenly cracked, and soon one could see cracks spreading like a spider web along the blade, eventually bursting apart into halves with a loud bang.

“It really was just enough…”

Looking at the scattered pieces on the ground, then at the short sword in his hand, Hao Jian helplessly shook his head.

Although the longsword was excellent, it also had a lifespan; after colliding with so many weapons, it was already beyond repair.

If not for his own strength sustaining it, it would have broken in half mid-slaughter.

“The killing is done, now it’s time to deal with the main issue!”

Slowly lifting his head, Hao Jian’s gaze moved to the entrance of the derelict car factory, watching the terrified Murong Yeyun, and scoffed mockingly.

Immediately, he stepped forward, walking towards Murong Yeyun.

Originally, considering Qiushui’s face, I didn’t want to make too much trouble for you, after all, you were Qiushui’s family.

Unfortunately, you really didn’t appreciate such an opportunity, so now, I simply have to finish you off…

“Last words.”

Standing before Murong Yeyun, Hao Jian did not waste words with him; he knew that more words were futile.

“Haha!

Hao Jian, don’t think you’ve won!”

Suddenly, Murong Yeyun’s expression turned hideously ferocious as he crazily laughed up at Hao Jian!

“Pathetic…”

Shaking his head, Hao Jian casually swung his sword, directly cutting Murong Yeyun’s throat while smirking, “Killing you with a broken sword seems quite fitting.”

“Uh…

uh…”

Blood uncontrollably spurted from Murong Yeyun’s throat, and at that moment, his eyes regained a bit of clarity, his trembling voice uttering as he looked at Hao Jian,

“In this life, born in the Murong Family; in the next life, never in the Imperial Family!”