Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

The moment the embroidery needle left her hand, it collided with the golden aura surrounding Qin Han's body.

The needle vibrated violently in mid-air, emitting a buzzing sound.

The woman in red narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly and flicked her red sleeve to the side.

Dozens of embroidery needles shot out from the sleeve.

Each strand carried a chilling, swirling energy that tore through the air.

Qin Han brought his palms together in a unified manner, unleashing the Dragon God Skill to its fullest potential.

The golden shockwave collided with the silver light.

The elegant boudoir collapsed instantly.

The red gauze shattered into pieces, the dressing table was blown away, and the bronze mirror turned into dust.

Two Grandmaster-level true energies clashed fiercely in this small space, and the terrifying aftershocks directly overturned half of the wall.

The load-bearing wooden pillar broke cleanly in the middle.

The floor slab collapsed instantly.

The crisp sound of wood breaking echoed through the air.

The entire second floor collapsed.

The remaining customers in the lobby downstairs screamed and ran out. The madam was thrown behind the counter by the blast wave, and her fate was unknown.

The three-story wooden building, Baihualou, began to collapse from the second floor downwards.

The eaves collapsed, and red lanterns shattered one by one amidst the ruins.

The Qin and Han dynasties are clearly distinguishable.

This woman is a grandmaster.

His gaze darkened. How did he run into a Grandmaster again?!

The area is narrow; continuing to fight would only aggravate the old injury on my left rib, offering no benefit whatsoever.

Using the dust and smoke rising from the collapsing wooden planks, he swayed, his Lingbo Weibu technique reaching its peak.

He transformed into a golden afterimage and shot straight out through the shattered window frame.

The night wind blew into my sleeves.

A cold snort came from behind her.

"Trying to leave?"

The red figure quickly emerged from the collapsed building.

Qin Han lightly tapped his toes on the rooftops along the street, using the momentum to dash wildly out of the city.

The clash of internal energy just now clearly aggravated the wound under his ribs.

A dull pain surged up from deep within his bones. He held his breath and concentrated his inner energy to forcefully suppress the pain.

This woman is very dangerous.

If it were an ordinary grandmaster, with his grandmaster level, he could easily crush him even if he was injured.

But the opponent's strength clearly indicates that he is a genuine grandmaster.

Dragging things out will only worsen the situation.

Qin Han determined the direction, turned around, and headed straight for the dense forest south of the city.

The night was as dark as ink.

It was so dark in the woods that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Using the branches and leaves as cover, he quickly darted into the depths of the forest.

Without the slightest hesitation, the red figure behind them followed closely behind.

The woman in red possessed an absurdly high level of agility.

The woman in the red dress moved swiftly through the branches and leaves, her speed seemingly even faster than that of Qin and Han.

The two walked one after the other, leaving long afterimages in the forest.

Qin Han knew in his heart that he couldn't shake off the other party in his current state.

I decided not to run away.

With a light tap of his toes on the thick old tree trunk, he landed steadily.

Turn around.

He faced the woman in red who was chasing after him.

The red figure suddenly stopped.

The two stood about ten paces apart.

The forest was deathly silent, save for the rustling of the leaves in the night wind.

The woman in red did not make a move immediately.

Her phoenix eyes were slightly closed, her gaze sweeping over Qin Han like a knife.

Finally, the gaze fell on his left rib.

Qin Han's breathing was heavier at this moment than it had been in the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.

There was a hidden obstruction in the breath that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.

This person has injuries.

The woman in red was deeply shaken.

With injuries?

How could he catch the embroidery needle she fired with all her might while injured?

The embroidery needle held between his fingers stopped in mid-air, the chilling killing intent quietly receding, leaving only deep apprehension.

Before coming to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion to impersonate the top courtesan, the intelligence report explained everything clearly.

A top expert will come to meet that person, and the two of them will join forces to deal with him.

But that person had absolutely no chance of getting a master like Qin Han to come.

Moreover, the other party's reaction just now was completely genuine.

In the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, her tentative question left the other party genuinely bewildered.

If he wasn't a helper sent by that person, why did this mysterious expert barge into her private room?

And he even led her all the way here?

The woman in red narrowed her phoenix eyes, her mind racing.

From beginning to end, it's likely that she was the one who struck first.

When this person entered, he was merely testing her identity.

She misjudged the situation.

Thinking the other party was after that deadly deal, they made a fatal move right away.

In retrospect, I completely misjudged the person.

Qin and Han stood ten paces away, their presence as deep as a pool and as imposing as a mountain.

They were also sizing up the woman in red.

Phoenix eyes, high arched brow bones, and deep red lips.

This woman's cultivation method is extremely bizarre.

It lacks the sinister chill of the Divine Dragon Sect, the profound depth of the Tantric School, and is not a unique skill of any of the various schools in the Central Plains martial arts world.

The cold, sharp force emanating from the needle was unlike anything he had ever seen in his life.

The most important thing.

Su Quan could never be a grandmaster.

If the wife of the leader of the Divine Dragon Sect had such cultivation, Hong Antong would have been a corpse long ago.

Bai Mudan is not Su Quan at all.

You've contacted the wrong person.

Qin Han slightly subdued his inner energy and broke the silence first.

"Young lady, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"

The woman in red did not respond, but gently twirled the embroidery needle between her fingertips.

The expression in his phoenix eyes was unpredictable.

"You weren't sent by him?"

Qin Han raised an eyebrow slightly.

"who is he?"

This rhetorical question completely confirmed the woman in red's guess.

No.

This person had no idea about her background.

That desperate attack just now landed entirely on a complete stranger passing by.

Moreover, this passerby happened to be a Grandmaster who could withstand her full-force burst of power.

A sense of irritation rose in the woman's heart.

She spent over a month meticulously managing the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, just to wait for that big fish to take the bait.

The building has collapsed.

Completely alert the enemy.

"You don't know me, and you're not one of his people."

The woman in red's voice turned cold.

"Then why did you come to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion?"

Qin Han raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"To find someone."

He spoke calmly.

"Someone who has absolutely nothing to do with you."

The woman in red's phoenix eyes flickered slightly.

There was a brief silence.

With a flick of the wrist, the embroidery needle instantly disappeared into the sleeve.

"Since you've admitted your mistake, this fight was for nothing."

His tone was very flat.

But she didn't move an inch.

Qin and Han understood this thoroughly.

The woman said she would stop, but her body remained tense like a bow.

She was on guard, and also continuing to test her own strengths and weaknesses.

Neither of the two grandmasters dared to truly relax their vigilance in this dark, dense forest.

Qin Han felt another sharp, throbbing pain in his left ribs. That scoundrel Ao Bai's last blow had been quite severe, but he remained expressionless.

At that moment, the woman in red suddenly spoke again.

Are you injured?

Qin Han's eyes sharpened instantly.

They saw right through me.

The woman in red stared at his left rib, a cold, enigmatic smile playing on her crimson lips.

"Even with injuries, he could still withstand my needles."

She paused slightly.

"I'm quite curious, just who are you?"

The wind in the woods suddenly picked up.

Qin Han did not answer.

The two were ten steps apart, and the atmosphere became tense again.

In the distance, from the direction of Laiyang City, one could faintly hear deafening noise and towering flames.

The collapse of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion alarmed the entire city.

The woman in red glanced at the firelight out of the corner of her eye, her brows furrowing tightly.