Chapter 55: What A Powerful Man

"Swish." With a sound, the bullet flew out by Qin Hao's ear, bringing along a few drops of blood. Qin Hao felt a sharp pain in his ear. He knew that his ear was broken.

This foreigner was not a Martial Cultivator, but what he faced was a Martial Cultivator. He fired bullets from his gun in a hurry, especially when the Martial Cultivator had suddenly descended from the sky. But he still hit the target in such a brash time, and he nearly shot the target dead.

For an ordinary gunner, he wouldn't even have the chance to fire, let alone hit the target. Qin Hao had to admit that he was an expert. This kind of gunner must be one of the best in the world. The Zuo family must have spent a lot of money to hire him and only the Zuo family had this kind of financial resources.

If Qin Hao hadn't upgraded yet, he intruded into the Zuo family alone, then let alone the Martial Cultivators here, he would most likely die if he met this person.

Qin Hao was injured. He was shocked and angry. He was so steamed up even though his silver needles had already pierced into the foreigner's head, he still raised his fist in the air and fiercely punched towards the foreigner's head.

“Puff.” Hot blood splashed in all directions. Although Qin Hao had intentionally turned his face away to avoid it, his body was still splashed with the blood.

The foreigner's head was smashed into smithereens. With a "plop", he fell down. His death was extremely ugly and cruel.

A few bodyguards of the Zuo family, who had just arrived at the place, trembled in fear when they saw the foreigner's miserable appearance. They hurriedly stopped and looked at Qin Hao, who was covered in blood. They backed off one by one.

"Fire, fire! Everyone, fire!" One of them got up the courage and shout out. But he fell on the ground before he could raise his gun.

"Tell me, where is your Master?" Qin Hao's face was filled with killing intent as he coldly asked the remaining survivors. His ferocious expression, coupled with the fresh blood on his body, made him look like a god of death.

"Who dares to cause trouble at my Zuo family?!"

Before they could answer, an angry shout was heard, and with a "Whirr" sound, Zuo Kun, with his beloved ivory cane, stormed out from the room, surrounded by a group of people.

Qin Hao had seen Zuo Kun at the hospital before. Upon seeing the ivory cane, he was sure that this man was Zuo Kun, the Master of the Zuo family.

There were more than twenty people who rushed out. Including the few that were originally here, there were more than thirty people in total. Qin Hao use his Spiritual Sense to scan, finding none of them were Martial Cultivators. However he didn’t dare to be careless, in case met some experts like the foreigner gunner.

When Zuo Kun came out and saw the Zuo family members lying on the ground, especially the foreigner whose head had been smashed, he was shocked. Was this man so powerful? When he looked at Qin Hao, he found him familiar. Very soon, he remembered who he was. He had already seen it countless times in the surveillance videos, "You are Qin Hao?"

Qin Hao stared at Zuo Kun and was about to reply when his Spiritual Sense discovered something unusual. It was the cane in Zuo Kun's hand. Inside the cane, there was actually something else. In fact, it was a disguised weapon. No wonder he had to take it all day. If others didn't pay attention to it, they might be attacked in secret. If Qin Hao didn't have Spiritual Sense, he wouldn't pay attention to that cane either.

"Kid, you're not bad. We didn't find you, but you come here by yourself." Seeing that Qin Hao did not answer, Zuo Kun gritted his teeth and continued: "Originally, I only planned to kill you only, but now that you have killed so many of us, I will kill all your families. "

Qin Hao sneered, "I'm the only one in my family."

"You!" Zuo Kun remembered, a few days ago he had sent people to investigate Qin Hao's background, and it turned out that this guy was an orphan who had been abandoned by his family. He was alone, and there was only one person who was slightly closer to him. She was Su Xue. However he couldn’t deal with Su Xue. Compare to Qin Hao, the Zuo family was different, it was a family with group of people. The Zuo Family would suffer a huge loss if they fought with him. With a bit of comfort, he could use this opportunity to deal with An Ru and her Xiang Lan Group.

"Old dog, stop talking nonsense, didn't you send people to chase me everywhere? Now I'm here. Call out all of your men. I'll deal with them at the same time. I can't be bothered to look for them one by one."

"Hump. Ha-Ha, what a big tone." Zuo Kun was so angry by Qin Hao's words that he started laughing. As soon as he stopped laughing, his face became filled with killing intent. He shouted out an order: "Kill him!"

"Bang, bang, bang."

A few people triggered the gun, but Qin Hao had already disappeared on the spot. They couldn't even shoot at the afterimages, and while they were still in a daze, the dense silver needles with black gas shot into their heads. With whooshing sound, the needles entered their heads. The next moment, the sound of pit-a-pat were heard. The thirty men around Zuo Kun fell down in a few seconds. Zuo Kun was the only one left there.

When Zuo Kun found out that he was the only one left, his whole body shivered. His face changed. Shock, fear, panic, disbelief and other expressions appeared on his face. How was this possible? More than thirty elite warriors of the Zuo family were killed in an instant. How did he do it? Was he a human or a ghost?

"You, you, you …" Zuo Kun raised his trembling hand and pointed his cane at Qin Hao.

The moment he raised his cane, Qin Hao had already rushed up and snatched the cane away from Zuo Kun. He kicked Zuo Kun, made him fall backwards with hands and legs in the air.

"Hump, you are playing dirty tricks with me. Do you think you are qualified?" As he spoke, Qin Hao used his force to break the cane with a crack sound. The cane was broken into halves.

Zuo Kun saw this scene and his face was filled with despair. He didn't think that the person he had provoked was a devil. He wasn't the one he could deal with. But, why was this person so powerful? He had already investigated him thoroughly, and he couldn't understand it. Even if he died, he couldn't understand it. Of course, it was not the time to think about this now. He needed to save himself first.

"Qin Hao, don't kill me. It's my fault. I shouldn't have offended you. As long as you don't kill me, I'll give you money, a lot of money. You know, my Zuo family has plenty of money."

Qin Hao shook his head and said expressionlessly: "I'm sorry, I can't sleep if I don’t kill you. I can feel at ease only by killing you."

"No, as long as you let me go, I swear I will not cause you any trouble." Zuo Kun made a promise with loud voice.

"Will I believe your promise? Are you kidding me? I only believe the dead men. "After this, without further words, he raised his hand and shot out three silver needles.

"Ding Ding Ding!" Three weak sounds rang out and all the silver needles that Qin Hao shot out were smashed away. A cane suddenly appeared in the air and blocked the silver needles, saving Zuo Kun's life. Then an old man stood in front of Zuo Kun.

Seeing the old man, Zuo Kun was overjoyed. He quickly got up, "Elder Ning, you've finally come. He is Qin Hao. He killed a lot of our people, and even your beloved disciple, Zhu Er has died from his hands." He was the Martial Cultivator from the Zuo family, Ning Wuchen.

"What? My disciple is dead?" Ning Wuchen shouted and his eyes swept over the corpses in the courtyard and found Zhu Er's body.

“My disciple." Ning Wuchen felt grief and anger. He glared at Qin Hao viciously, gritted his teeth and said, "Qin, I will tear you apart to revenge for my disciple!" Ning Wuchen let out a roar and was about to make his move, but Qin Hao had already made his attack. The dozen or so silver needles turned into dozens of cool radiance, which was as fast as lightning.

"Fuck." Ning Wuchen let out an angry curse. He was the one who wanted to revenge! How came Qin Hao was even more anxious. There was no time to rush up to tear Qin Hao into pieces. He had to block these silver needles first.

The silver needles were fast, ferocious and numerous. It took a long time that Ning Wuchen used his cane to strike down the needles. However, there were still a few silver needles that broke through his defending effort. Fortunately, he was experienced enough to deal with an enemy. He dodged quickly to avoid being hit by the needles in his key parts, and only one hit his shoulder.

He thought it was not a big deal for a merely needle shot in his shoulder. Right now, he was shocked by Qin Hao's strength. Earlier he was anger and did not pay attention to Qin Hao, but now they had made a fight, he realized that Qin Hao was actually a Martial Cultivator and his strength was not weaker than his. No wonder Qin Hao could kill his disciple.

"You are a Martial Cultivator?" Ning Wuchen stared at Qin Hao in shock. Even if he was a Martial Cultivator, how could he have cultivated to that level at such young age? It had taken him dozens of years to reach Inner Stage. If he knew that Qin Hao had only cultivated for a few months, he would have gone crazy and would die from anger to compare with Qin Hao.

Of course, if it wasn't for Qin Hao's extremely serendipity and his knowledge of medicine, it would take him dozens of years to reach his current level.

Qin Hao didn't waste any time with him. He threw out a palm. As the palm was thrown out, the black air swirled around and the Yin wind blew. It was the Yin Wind Bone Erosion Palm.

Ning Wuchen also felt the death aura coming towards him from the Yin wind. He didn't dare to hesitate and raised his cane to hit that palm. Just as the cane fought back, he felt a sudden pain on his shoulder and lost half of his strength in an instant. The black gas was corroding his flesh and bones where the silver needle had entered.

Before Ning Wuchen could understand what was going on, Qin Hao's palm had already landed on his cane. Due to the lack of strength, the cane was sent flying. The palm continued to strike forward, and with a ‘bang’s sound, it landed solidly on Ning Wuchen's chest, causing his entire chest to cave in.

Ning Wuchen didn't even have time to cry out. His body flew backwards like a broken cloud, crashing into the wall behind him and being sent back again. With a loud ‘thump' sound, he crashed onto the ground.

However, he died with his eyes open, and used his last willpower to save his life. He gritted his teeth and his eyes were filled with hatred, "Devil Shadow Sect won't …Let, Let you go." After saying that, he closed his eyes and died. However, things did not stop there. The large lump of black Yin Energy in his chest was like a huge mouth of a demon, quickly devouring his corpse.

Zuo Kun saw that his last hope, Ning Wuchen, was also dead. He felt nothing but despair. When he saw Ning Wuchen's body corroding and turning into pus in the black mist, his scalp went numb, as if his head was about to explode. He, who had always been high and mighty and lived like a king, had never seen such a terrifying scene before. Even if he must died, he would be able to accept it. However, he would never be able to accept the death like that.

"No, I don't want it, I don't want it —"

Maybe it was Zuo Kun's last bit of courage, or his survival instinct. Maybe he was crazy. He grabbed his head, screamed crazily, and ran outside recklessly.