Chapter 7

Under the moonlight, in the backyard.

"Boom!"

Qin Haidu and another person exchanged a punch, the sound like a thunderclap.

The other person couldn't help but let out a惨叫, his entire arm breaking, revealing white bone, and his body flying backward, crashing into the wall, causing a section of it to collapse.

A full-strength attack, the power was so great, it was terrifying!

One punch, instant kill!

The remaining attackers were stunned by this punch. If the previous sword strike was due to underestimation and carelessness, this punch was a real display of strength, relying on sheer force to send someone flying, leaving them either dead or crippled. How could a mere 14- or 15-year-old have such terrifying combat power? How was this possible?

Qin Haidu himself didn't expect it, but he wouldn't make the well-known mistake of being distracted during a fight. Seizing the opportunity, he thrust his sword like a bolt of lightning, piercing the heart of the nearest person.

The remaining attackers quickly reacted and launched a combined attack. Qin Haidu pulled out his sword and crouched, dodging a fatal slash. His sharp sword severed one person's calf, and he rolled to avoid a powerful kick. Without waiting to get up, he threw the sword, which turned into a shadow and pierced another person's abdomen.

Ambush, dodge, and kill again, the movements were complex but executed flawlessly!

In an instant, two more were killed!

His body shot forward like a cheetah, pouncing on another person.

The opponent was also a tough character, realizing he had underestimated the situation. He swung his short knife fiercely, his eyes filled with a fierce light, refusing to let go. However, he was startled to see a mocking smile on Qin Haidu's lips. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, his body losing all strength like a deflated balloon. Looking down, he saw a strange weapon piercing his body, confused—hadn't the sword been thrown? Where did this weapon come from?

Qin Haidu naturally wouldn't explain. Grabbing the opponent's collar, he threw him at another person, pulling out the bayonet and pouncing on another like a ghost.

Qin Haidu wasn't proficient in swordsmanship.

But the techniques of the triangular bayonet were ingrained in his bones and muscles, making him adept.

He sidestepped to avoid a short knife thrust by an attacker, then moved forward, pressing close and delivering a vicious blow. The triangular bayonet pierced the opponent's kidney and stirred forcefully, expanding the wound. The opponent's strength drained away like a tide, staring at Qin Haidu weakly and asking, "What, what—technique is this?"

"The technique to kill you."

Qin Haidu sneered, the triangular bayonet piercing the opponent's heart, throat, and foot in an incredible speed. He took a step, grabbing the opponent's body to block a short knife attack, the blade piercing through to the hilt.

The attacker who had ambushed him didn't expect Qin Haidu to react so quickly, accidentally injuring his own ally. Startled, he felt someone approaching and quickly pulled out his knife to counterattack, but it was too late. The triangular bayonet stabbed the opponent's heart five times a second, leaving no chance of survival.

In the blink of an eye, all the attackers were either dead or severely injured!

Qin Haidu felt he had just warmed up. He put the triangular bayonet back in his sleeve, drew his sword, and his eyes flashed with a cold light, filled with killing intent. The first battle in the Tang Dynasty was somewhat frustrating, but he had to bear it and face it now that he occupied this body.

The cold moon hung in the sky, and the surroundings were silent.

The strong smell of blood spread with the night breeze.

Suddenly, Jia Youcai's anxious voice came from outside the courtyard: "Young Master, are you alright? There were sounds of fighting just now. Were there assassins? Should we come in?"

"No need, don't come in."

Qin Haidu shouted. There were too many traps set up around, and it wouldn't be good to come in rashly. Everyone had already received the order, otherwise they would have rushed in long ago. Jia Youcai worriedly shouted, "Young Master, are you really alright?"

"I'm fine, just couldn't sleep and was practicing. Everyone, go back to sleep."

"Understood."

The voices gradually faded away.

Although everyone in the mansion was an old brother of Qin Qiong, there might be spies from other forces, especially Li Er, who had planted informants in the homes of major nobles and ministers. This wasn't a secret, but it couldn't be investigated, or it would raise Li Er's suspicions. Qin Haidu didn't want to expose too much.

"Young Master, can I come over?" He'er's voice came, filled with concern.

"No need, go to sleep early." Qin Haidu shouted, not wanting to scare her. He threw the bodies into a large barrel, tied up the ones who weren't dead, gagged them, and also put them in the barrel to hide them.

The night was long, and the danger had not passed.

Qin Haidu hid in an inconspicuous dark corner, waiting patiently.

Time passed quietly, and the night grew deeper.

In a farmer's yard near the Western Market, a man in brocade stood in the courtyard, hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, his expression relaxed and calm.

Soon, a man in black approached, bowed, and said respectfully, "Young Master, the people you sent have not returned. They must have failed."

The man in brocade's face changed, and he asked sternly, "How is that possible? The Three Demons of the Yellow River, their combined attack technique is unparalleled, and they are top-notch killers in the martial world. How could they fail against a mere child? Do you believe that?"

"I don't know, but they didn't withdraw at the agreed time."

"Did they suspect we were going to eliminate them and thus not follow the designated route? With the Three Demons of the Yellow River's strength, they couldn't have failed. They must have escaped. Arrange for people to pursue and eliminate them. If exposed, the one in the Golden Hall will take advantage, which would be detrimental to our family."

"Understood. There's one more thing."

"What is it?"

"The person responsible for surveillance reported that another group entered, wearing masks, and their identities couldn't be determined, but they seemed very strong, and they haven't come out either."

"Oh, another group didn't come out?"

The man in brocade realized something was amiss, and after a moment of thought, he coldly laughed, "It seems someone has greedy intentions, wanting to claim the divine weapon for themselves. As expected. Spread the word that someone attacked the mansion of the Duke of Yi tonight. I want to see how the one in the Taiji Palace will respond."

"Could it be the Cui family? After all, they lost the competition, lost face, and lost their prized treasure. They desperately need a divine weapon to replace the Crimson Blood Saber."

"Good, you're thinking."

"All thanks to Young Master's guidance."

The man in brocade's gaze turned cold, and he said indifferently, "I want obedient dogs, not advisors. Are you trying to teach me how to do things?"

"I beg for your forgiveness, Young Master. I will never dare again."

"Roll out!"

The man quickly got up and fled.

The man in brocade sneered, looked up at the sky, and his brows furrowed, losing his earlier ease. Suddenly, he said, "It seems our intelligence was wrong, and we underestimated the Duke of Yi's mansion. Find out who killed the Three Demons of the Yellow River."

"Understood!" A shadow in the darkness vanished.

The man in brocade coldly hummed, looked up at the sky, and his brows furrowed, no longer relaxed.