Chapter 152: Ruthless Hands!

  Hei Shan Fang Shi, Su Ji Wine House.

  Su Ji Wine House is located in a small alley deep in Hei Shan City, and people who come for the first time will find it difficult to find such a secluded corner without someone else's guidance.

  The tavern wasn't big, and the two-story building was unremarkable in the mountain town, but its business was surprisingly good, with the first-floor hall still packed with customers even in the afternoon.

  A fallen swordsman, a lone bandit, an assassin lurking in the shadows - all manner of people can be found here. The tavern is also a marketplace, but instead of goods, it trades in information and lives.

  Those who came here with various purposes, sat around the simple wine table and talked about something, they were all vigilant, and when speaking, they lowered their voices, with an eerie atmosphere different from ordinary taverns.

  The second floor of the tavern was divided into private rooms, convenient for more powerful guests to discuss transactions in private. All the doors were tightly closed and not a single person could be seen in the empty corridor.

  At the end of the corridor, in a private room, Qin Wenbing and Wu Qi sat beside a wooden round table, absent-mindedly drinking the newly brewed fruit wine from Suji Wine House, the sweet and refreshing fruit wine had no flavor in their mouths.

  Between the two of them sat a middle-aged man with a cunning look on his face.

  He looked at Qin Wenbing and Wu Qi, who were fidgeting with anxiety, and comforted them: "Don't worry, the seven brothers of the Seventh Heaven are all old hands, dealing with a new person in the seventh heaven of Qi refining is absolutely easy, just wait for good news!"

  This middle-aged man is the external liaison of Qi Xian Tian, a professional matchmaker who specializes in making connections and introductions. As long as you pay them, they are willing to do whatever dirty and despicable things for you.

  Wu Qi put down his wine cup with some annoyance and complained, "What time is it now? Why haven't we received any news yet? Could that kid have escaped?"

  The son of a wealthy family does not sit in a humble hall, Wu Qi was not very willing to take the risk of coming to Hei Shan Fang Shi and dealing with these despicable tasks, but he could not resist Qin Xiao Yue's heavy reward and his deep-seated hatred for Qin Yun.

  He yearned more than anything to see Qin Yun's head being chopped off with his own eyes, so the waiting process became a torture.

  The two of them waited in the private room for almost an hour, feeling as if a whole day had passed.

  Qin Wenbing was much calmer, and smiled: "Second brother, don't be anxious, we have to give them some time. We spent so much money hiring them, whether it succeeds or not, they should at least give us an explanation!"

  As for the hatred towards Qin Yun, Qin Wenbing's was even greater than Wu Qi's, so he was willing to run errands and risk his life for Qin Xiaoyue in order to survive in the Tiancheng Sword Sect, which was his only reliance.

  A middle-aged man secretly despised him in his heart, but on his face was a pile of smiles: "Right, right!"

  Before the Seventh Slays returns, he must show sufficient respect to the two guests. After all, there are four serious swordsmen standing behind them, and if things go awry, it will be him who suffers.

  Bang! Bang!

  The door of the private room was gently knocked on, and the middle-aged man immediately stood up with a smile: "I think it should be good news!"

  He had previously instructed the waiters in the tavern that no one should disturb them unless it was something important, so whoever came must be a member of the Seven Killings.

  Qin Wenbing and Wu Qi looked at each other, both seeing a relieved expression on the other's face.

  It's finally going to end!

  Boom!

  But what nobody expected was that the door of the private room suddenly burst open with a loud bang!

  The middle-aged man who was just about to open the door was suddenly hit by a strong wooden fragment that came flying towards him, and he let out a loud cry as he flew backwards, knocking over the wine table behind him.

  Qin Wenbing and Wu Qi were shocked and quickly got up, retreating in disarray. However, their attendant swordsmen reacted swiftly, drawing out their long swords to protect the two of them.

  A man wearing a suit of leather armor appeared at the door, his black mask covering most of his face, revealing only a pair of eyes gleaming with murderous intent.

  "You are" Qin Wenbing was both shocked and angry. He felt that the newcomer's clothing was somewhat familiar: "Qi Sha Tian!"

  His words had barely fallen when he saw his opponent raise his hand and swing it forward with a fierce motion.

  Under everyone's astonished gaze, seven or eight huge fireballs crashed into the private room.

  The Suji wine house was not large, and the second floor was divided into several private rooms, making it even smaller. With so many people rushing in with various purposes, it suddenly turned into an extremely terrifying fire hell!

  What's even more frightening is the power contained within the fireball. A swordsman, caught off guard, was directly hit on his body and instantly turned into charcoal, with all four limbs blown apart, without even having time to let out a groan before falling dead.

  "Ah!"

  A shrill, despairing cry accompanied the explosion as fireballs struck people, walls and furniture, bursting open with a fiery blast that splattered molten metal everywhere, covering every corner of the room, leaving no place to hide!

  Four swordsmen fell down more than half of them, two were killed on the spot, one was seriously injured and one was burned.

  Qin Wenbing and Wu Qi were only splashed by the flying fire sparks due to the sacrifice of the swordsmen, and their own strength was not bad either, so they didn't suffer heavy injuries.

  But this was just the beginning of a terrible slaughter.

  After releasing the fireball, the masked man flashed into the private room like a ghost, swinging his sword to create a sharp and unmatched sword aura, instantly cutting the swordsman in front of him in half.

  His footsteps suddenly stopped, and the long sword suddenly jumped up, piercing through another seriously injured swordsman beside him with a speed that was almost unbelievable.

  But in the blink of an eye, Qin Wenbing and Wu Qi lost four followers and became the ones who charged forward.

  The masked man's brutal and ruthless killing methods, the swordsmen lying on the ground in a tragic scene, had already made these two young masters who were used to living a life of luxury lose all their courage to resist and fight back.

  Wu Qi collapsed to the ground, letting out a pig-like scream: "You can't kill me, I am"

  The masked man did not expect Wu Qi to be such a waste, with the strength of the sixth layer of Lianqi Tian and as a disciple of the Tiangong Sword Sect, yet performing worse than an ordinary martial artist.

  A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, the long sword in his hand didn't hesitate for a moment, swooshing down with a slanted swing!

  A scarlet-gold sword aura flashed across Wu Qi's neck in an instant, swift, accurate and ferocious!

  "Uh-huh"

  Wu Qi covered his throat, and fresh blood seeped out from between his fingers, dripping onto the floor where embers still remained.

  His face was completely distorted, his eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and regret, his body trembled and finally collapsed to the ground, forever stopping his breath.

  Watching Wu Qi die by his side, Qin Wenbing finally woke up like a dream.

  He realized that the assassin would never let him go, and all his fears turned into desperate courage, drawing his long sword and stabbing it at the masked man!

  Qin Wenbing's realm strength was not weak, and in his desperate attempt to use all his might, the sword tip emitted several feet of sword energy, with a powerful momentum that was quite impressive.

  However, the masked man dodged his counterattack with ease and stabbed a sword towards his throat.

  The two sides were in close combat in the room, Qin Wenbing had his back against the wall and had no space to retreat.

  As he watched his opponent's sword energy approaching, fear once again took hold of his body and mind. He hastily retreated with his sword, wildly parrying while shrilly crying out: "Save me!"

  At this time, the entire Suji wine house was shocked by the fierce battle on the second floor, but none of the guests on the first floor rushed up to watch the excitement.

  Some of them immediately left the tavern, some were still chatting and laughing as if nothing had happened, while others stared at the floor in shock, muttering dirty words.

  It's none of their business, so they just stay out of it. The people present are all seasoned veterans who absolutely won't take the risk of intervening in a dispute that has nothing to do with them. Keeping a low profile is the key to survival.

  The guys in the tavern were even more calm, and it was nothing out of the ordinary for a fight to break out in the tavern or even for someone to die. After all, there would always be someone to clean up the mess, as long as they stuck to their own business.

  This is not a normal city of Xuanwu City or Jiuzhou, there are no city guards patrolling, everything relies on power and strength to speak.

  So Qin Wenbing's cry for help had no effect at all, and no one rushed in to intervene immediately.

  The masked man's long sword was one sword faster than one sword, and it shook open Qin Wenbing's sword like a flash of lightning, cutting off his entire arm!

  "Ah!"

  As the fresh blood spurted out from the wound on his shoulder, all his courage was gone, and he howled: "Please spare my life, you can have anything you want, I have a lot of..."

  But Qin Wenbing's plea for mercy was met with a fatal sword thrust into his heart!

  "Why you"

  He didn't die immediately, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth as he used all his strength to express the doubts in his mind.

  Just don't want to die unjustly.

  A masked man cackled and said, "No one can deceive the Seven Slayers of Heaven. You actually sent us to kill a disciple of Tiancheng Sword Sect. I lost three brothers, all of you will follow them in death!"

  What a disaster!

  Qin Wenbing's whole body was icy cold, and he had reached the point of despair. He could only regret why he had been bewitched and followed Qin Xiaoyue's arrangement, resulting in throwing away his own life.

  The masked man picked up the box that had fallen to the ground, which contained a full hundred pieces of Huo Ling Jade.

  Before leaving, he pulled down his mask and smiled at Qin Wenbing.

  Seeing the true face of his opponent, Qin Wenbing, who was on his last breath, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his pupils were filled with an unbelievable expression. His throat made a "huh-huh" sound, wanting to say something but unable to speak.

  With shock, regret and boundless despair, this direct descendant of the Qin family stopped breathing.

  Hmph!

  The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside, and finally someone arrived.

  However, the masked man swung his hand and fired several fireballs again, turning the private room into a sea of flames, but he disappeared silently in the open window.