Hao Jian threw away the gun in his hand and leapt forward, instantly redirecting the crowd's attention as they aid their guns towards Hao Jian's moving direction, firing furiously. Every place Hao Jian passed left behind several dozen bullet holes on the wall. Upon seeing this, Li Xin and the others imdiately shifted their firepower in this direction to suppress him.
Hao Jian's eyes flashed, and he suddenly jumped upwards, moving like he was flying along rooftops, placing one foot on the wall, then leaping over the crowd's heads. At this mont, Hao Jian exerted a strong push with his legs, swiftly flying towards the crowd. Before they could react, Hao Jian had already charged into their midst.
Now that he was in the crowd, shooting wasn't a good option for fear of hurting their own people. In this mont of hesitation, Hao Jian grabbed soone's hand, pulled him up, and delivered a fierce kick to his chest, sending him forcefully flying into the group behind him, knocking them all to the ground.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hao Jian rushed forward, grabbing soone on the ground who had a dagger at his waist. Hao Jian drew the dagger, holding it in his hand, ready to make anyone who dared to approach taste blood.
Soone looked at Hao Jian and said, "Go on, Lord Murder God said that anyone who kills him and takes his head will be awarded a hundred million!"
The crowd was instantly stirred by this statent. Initially, they were intimidated by Hao Jian's skills and hesitated to move forward. Now their minds were clouded by the lure of a hundred million. A hundred million! Sothing they could never earn in a lifeti was now within their reach. Fight for it, turn a bicycle into a motorcycle; struggle, and the motorcycle turns into a BMW!
"Ah!" They roared, then charged towards Hao Jian.
Indeed, with big rewards co brave n. Hao Jian smirked silently, his lips slightly curving upwards. The crowd was rushing towards him, and holding the dagger, he swiftly slashed at the leading man. The man, initially shouting to attack, suddenly fell silent as pain washed over his face. Clutching his throat, blood spurted out. He looked at Hao Jian in shock before collapsing to the ground.
Those behind didn't know what happened in front, their minds set on pushing forward. As long as they got close, there was a chance to kill him. Killing him ant a drastic change in their lives—a call to kill burned their eyes blood-red with excitent.
Hao Jian remained calm. Before retiring to Huaxia, scenes like these were all too familiar, so he acted composed, with the dagger constantly stabbing and slashing. Those who approached fell to the ground, but he kept moving forward as if nothing had happened.
By now, his hand was stained with blood, but it wasn't his—it belonged to those who had fallen.
As the final strike ceased, droplets of blood fell from the knife's tip onto the ground. The remaining few, originally determined people, were now thoroughly intimidated by Hao Jian's skills, their legs trembling. Although Hao Jian hadn't moved, they started retreating, fearing he would suddenly finish them off.
Hao Jian made a sudden knife-wielding gesture, which made the few standing imdiately collapse to the ground, seemingly scared to death by that motion.
He made a frustrated gesture, looked ahead, and prepared to keep moving forward.
However, just as he took the first step, Hao Jian inexplicably felt a surge of strong killing intent from above. This was a very keen feeling, and he subconsciously looked up, only to see the God of Death holding a longsword, leaping down and slicing towards him.
Not good! Hao Jian's face changed as he imdiately started running forward, but it was already too late. Just as he was about to run, the longsword was only a few ters away. Instinctively, he raised his dagger to block and stepped back.
"Clang!" The dagger and the longsword clashed, and instantly, the sword cleaved the dagger in two as if it were cutting through mud. Had Hao Jian not retracted his hand in ti, it might have been split in two as well.
At this mont, Hao Jian instinctively retreated a few steps. His eyes no longer looked at the God of Death with contempt; instead, they shifted to the longsword tightly gripped by the God of Death. With one look, he understood—it wasn't an ordinary sword. Anyone else might not recognize it, but he couldn't mistake it. It was the God of Death's fad sword, capable of splitting iron like mud, having claid countless lives.
The God of Death, eyes blood-red, roared at Hao Jian, "God of Death, prepare to die!"
Now that Hao Jian was disard, he quickly evaded, jumping back repeatedly to avoid the threat.
Lord Murder God wielded the knife, seeming just like a frenzied Murder God. As the na suggests, Murder God in the early days relied on taking countless lives to build his reputation. Those who died under his blade or gun are innurable, otherwise, why would he be called the Murder God?
Murder God, as the na implies, the God of Killing!
Lord Murder God swung his sword and cut the gun, leaving a deep gouge on the wall in an instant. A swipe at the railing, and it was split in half.
At this mont, Duan Long watched as Lord Murder God wielded a longsword with grand gestures, thinking to avenge the earlier gunshot. He aid and fired several bullets at Lord Murder God. Murder God's eyes widened, instantly locking onto Duan Long. In that mont, the speed of the bullets seed unbearably slow in his vision. Swiftly swinging his longsword in the air, with a "bang!
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