Supreme Emperor of Swords

“As junior uncle master, you hid stealthy in the main hall and set a trap for me together with this contemptible scoundrel Lu Pengfei. Uncle Lu Qi, you are so lame!” Ding Hao said.

The corner of Ding Hao’s mouth started to float with contempt.

“How dare you speak to me like this?” Lu Qi said. He was easily irritated. With a pause, he sneered, “Ding Hao, you are so ruthless, daring to kill your fellow disciples at such a young age. How can the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect tolerate you? I saw you kill Zhang Wenzhao and Tian Heng personally. What else do you have to say?”

“Haha, I have nothing to say,” Ding Hao’s expression was still calm. He said slowly, “Lu Pengfei used them as cannon fodder. If I didn’t kill them, I would have wasted his good intentions.”

Since Lu Qi appeared, Ding Hao had shown an elusive calmness instead of panic and anger, which was out of their expectation.

“Ding Hao, what are you talking about…?” Lu Pengfei said angrily. He was covered in blood and stood behind Lu Qi embarrassingly, with his face flushed with anger.

With Lu Qi, the third-generation disciple, whose strength had reached the primordial realm, sharing the burden of Ding Hao’s continuous momentum, Lu Pengfei had finally stood up. When hearing Ding Hao exposing his scheming sharply, he yelled angrily and surprisingly.

Obviously, he was not willing to admit that he had intentionally left his two trusted subordinates die for nothing in front of many people.

“You dare not admit what you’ve done. Just like before, with no progress. Keep kneeling,” Ding Hao said while peeping at him. He again took a light step. With his foot treading down, an even more terrifying momentum rolled over overwhelmingly.

All those present became still.

No one had thought that Ding Hao’s momentum could escalate. “Did he kill Tian Heng and Zhang Wenzhao while not using his momentum at the highest degree?” They thought.

Nor did anyone expect that after Lu Qi’s appearance, the tremendously powerful third-generation’s successor disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, Ding Hao would show such a great advantage when provoked.

What did he rely on?

“How dare you be so presumptuous in front of me!” Lu Qi sneered.

He also gathered his momentum.

“Ding Hao has acted too recklessly. How dare he be so rampant in front of me. He really didn’t know how he would die.” Lu Qi thought.

However, in the next second, his expression changed tremendously.

Lu Qi soon found out that when his seemingly strong momentum was facing Ding Hao’s momentum, it was like hot water facing thick snow which evaporated in a flash. His momentum was totally suppressed by Ding Hao’s momentum.

“Crack!”

Lu Qi was forced to step back, and he cracked the floor under his feet.

The sound was faint, but it was similar to the crash of the earth and the collapse of the sky which almost deafened everyone. Their eyes saw stars, and they opened their mouths widely like dead fish. There was one word in their heads that could describe their shock.

“Uncle Lu Qi… Did he step back? ” They thought.

When encountering the third-generation core disciple of the Sect who was a superior who had reached the primordial realm, the youth who was at a disadvantage in the beginning now gained the upper hand.

No one could explain what they had seen.

Including Lu Qi himself.

The sound of falling came from the back. Lu Pengfei who thought the outcome was a foregone conclusion was forced to kneel down. He was completely dumbfounded. The expression on his face contained 30% of incredibility and 70% of astonishment.

“Lu Qi, do you choose to flee, or I’ll stun you and throw you away,” Ding Hao said.

He showed impatience. A touch of coldness appeared in his eyes. His mild eyes became keen suddenly.

“What… What did you say?” Lu Qi asked fearing he had misheard.

The group of people outside all gasped.

“Ding Hao is too presumptuous. Did… Did his strength break through to the primordial? Otherwise, how could he be so rampant…? But it was too weird to rise his cultivation to the primordial within half a year. Even if he were the maddest genius in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect’s history, he wouldn’t possibly cultivate at such an unbelievable speed,” they thought.

“I’ll be responsible for my doings. I’ll also go to the Law Enforcement Hall of the Sect. But, Lu Qi, you vile man had no qualification to accuse me. So, get out of here before I change my mind!” Ding Hao said.

Ding Hao was full of derision.

He really did not put that third-generation successor disciple in his eyes.

Since the first competition among the five academies, Lu Qi had not left a good impression on Ding Hao at all. Then in the first trial test, in order to ingratiate himself to Mu Tianyang, Lu Qi had attempted to kill Ding Hao. It was fated that they would become enemies.

Moreover, when it came to the affairs about Zhang Fan, Ding Hao would never believe that Lu Qi was not behind it. Ding Hao would show no mercy to such an enemy. If it were the right time, Ding Hao would have attempted to kill him that day.

“Haha, what an arrogant guy! You first kill your fellow disciples, then you insult your elder. You are so ignoble and unforgivable. Today I’ll kill you on behalf of the sect,” Lu Qi said. He shook with anger, then sneered. With his beard waving, his eyes glaring, his body was glittering with gold Qi and was full of killing intent.

“Not getting out of here? Still want to make a show of your authority? Fine, you brought this upon yourself,” Ding Hao sneered when took the cyan Jade Plate from his bosom.

A sharp sword’s aura was released from the Jade Plate; it was like a lightning flashing over the sky. There were no words to describe the speed and the sword’s aura. Everyone else had only seen the vast expanse of whiteness which poured down like the Milky Way pouring down from the Ninth Heaven.

Then, Lu Qi spat blood and flew out.

“Thud!”

The condescending third-generation successor disciple drew a parabola in the sky and then fell down. His hands and feet were twitching. He glanced at Ding Hao and then completely passed out.

Under the glaring gaze of all those present, Ding Hao had actually gone over, pulling Lu Qi’s collar and throwing him aside like throwing a dead dog.

Everyone was completely still.

He was… just lawless.

What on earth did Ding Hao think? How could he actually make such a choice?

If it were only for Zhang Fan, Wang Xiaoqi and the others, would it be worthwhile?