Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

That tall, thin body appeared incredibly humble at that moment, as if it only wanted to shrink itself into a ball and not be noticed by anyone.

"The third young master of Shenjian Manor, a former sword god. A figure of the same generation as Li Xunhuan."

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, yet it was like a thunderclap from the heavens, directly and precisely reaching his ears through telepathic transmission.

Aji, carrying the manure buckets on his shoulder, suddenly stopped!

He was frozen in place, as if he had been put under a spell.

"Snap!"

Because of his emotions, he exerted a little force with his hands, and the carrying pole on his shoulder broke in the middle!

Two huge wooden barrels hit the ground, splashing him with a foul-smelling liquid mixed with filth, covering his body and legs.

A strong stench instantly filled the air.

In the distance, Su Quan, Da Shuang'er, and Xiao Shuang'er, who had just gotten off the car, subconsciously covered their mouths and noses, their brows furrowed tightly.

"What is the young master doing?" Xiao Shuang'er asked, completely puzzled. She couldn't understand why her young master would pick a fight with a filthy man who carried manure.

Su Quan's gaze was much deeper. She clearly saw that in that instant, the man carrying dung had revealed a trace of aura that made even her heart tremble.

Only Shi Feixuan and Wanwan's expressions changed simultaneously!

"Such powerful sword intent!" Wanwan's alluring expression faded slightly, replaced by a serious look.

Although it was only a fleeting moment, the sharp, lonely sword intent that seemed to pierce the sky was absolutely unmistakable!

This manure collector is actually a top-notch swordsmanship master!

Shi Feixuan reacted even more strongly; for the first time, a look of horror appeared in her usually cold eyes.

She cultivated the Cihang Sword Manual, and after mastering it, she achieved a profound understanding of sword intent, far surpassing ordinary people.

That sword intent just now was filled with despair and death, and its purity and power were no less than that of her master!

How is this possible?!

How could a grandmaster of swordsmanship, comparable to her master, be here picking through manure?!

What alarmed them even more was that, facing such a figure, Qin Han simply stood there with his hands behind his back, as if the fleeting sword intent from just moments before was nothing more than a gentle breeze.

Aji, or rather Xie Xiaofeng, slowly raised his head.

He didn't look at his broken carrying pole, nor did he care about the filth covering his body.

Those lifeless eyes stared unblinkingly at Qin Han.

"Who exactly are you?"

His voice was hoarse, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other.

Qin Han did not answer. Instead, he strode forward, facing the stench, and walked up to him.

The two were no more than three feet apart.

Qin Han's gaze was calm, as if he were looking at an old friend.

"If I told you you have a son and a daughter, would you believe me?"

hum! ! !

If the previous mention of "the third young master of Shenjian Manor" was somewhat understandable, given his reputation, it wouldn't be impossible for someone with the right intentions to investigate.

But now those words struck Xie Xiaofeng's heart like a hammer blow!

Son? Daughter?

I...have a son and a daughter?

An indescribable, violent sword intent could no longer be suppressed and erupted from his body!

Centered on him, within a radius of ten feet, the air instantly became viscous and sharp, as if filled with billions of invisible swords!

The withered grass on the ridge of the field turned into dust silently the moment it came into contact with this sword intent!

Even the hard dirt road has developed fine cracks!

"what!"

The thugs who had just gotten up in the distance were hit by the aftershocks of the sword intent. They screamed, spat out blood, and fainted on the spot.

As for the girls in the brothel and ordinary people, they had long since disappeared without a trace.

Wanwan and Shi Feixuan were on high alert, each using their internal energy to resist, barely managing not to be overwhelmed by this aura.

The two women exchanged a glance, both seeing an overwhelming sense of shock in each other's eyes.

The mere leakage of sword intent possesses such terrifying power!

If that dirty man were to use his full strength...

The two dared not think any further.

Qin Han, facing this storm of sword intent head-on, remained calm and composed.

The Dragon God Technique's true energy circulated on its body surface, forming an invisible golden aura that blocked all the incoming sword intents.

It really is the Third Young Master's sword.

Although this sword intent was filled with despair and pain, its innate arrogance and sharpness could not be concealed.

"What...did you...say?!"

Xie Xiaofeng's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the nonchalant Qin Han, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

He could disregard the exposure of his identity and the glory of Shenjian Villa.

But son... daughter...

This word touched the deepest part of his heart, a chord he himself was unaware of!

Qin Han looked at him, who was on the verge of collapse, but his smile remained unchanged.

He wanted to win over Xie Xiaofeng, but to get Xie Xiaofeng to work for him, he would have to use some special methods.

"It seems you don't know these things."

Qin Han's tone was very calm, as if he were stating a trivial matter.

"That's true. After all, you can abandon the woman you're about to marry. How would you know which two women bore you children?"

"What?!!"

Xie Xiaofeng let out a roar that sounded inhuman.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Qin Han's neck.

That hand was dirty and thin, and looked completely powerless.

But at the moment it was extended, it seemed to transform into the sharpest sword in the world!

Indeed, every flower petal and leaf can be turned into a sword, and the body itself is an even greater sword.

However, this hand, powerful enough to tear apart metal, stopped three inches from Qin Han's neck.

It's not that he didn't want to get in.

It's impossible to get in.

All his strength and sword intent were suppressed by a more domineering and tyrannical force.

Qin Han simply raised one hand and gently grasped his wrist.

"You haven't used a sword in too long. Now that you don't even have a sword, what will you use to fight? By the way, let me tell you something..."

Qin Han leaned close to his ear and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Yan Shisan, he should be looking for you right now."

"But the people from Divine Sword Manor said you were dead. Do you think that Sword Demon Yan Shisan would come after you and Divine Sword Manor for deceiving him if he knew you weren't dead?"

Yan Shisan!

The mere mention of that name overwhelmed Xie Xiaofeng.

The glint and killing intent in his eyes vanished in an instant, leaving only endless emptiness and pain.

The hand that reached for Qin Han fell limply to its side.

He seemed to have all his energy drained away, and collapsed to his knees in the filth.

"What... exactly do you want?"

There was even a hint of pleading in his voice.

"I just want to... be a useless Aji. I don't want to wield a sword anymore, I don't want to kill anymore, I just want to be an ordinary person..."

Qin Han looked down at him from his high vantage point.

"Ordinary people?"

"Once you're in the game, you're not in control of your own destiny."

"Do you think you can get rid of the name Xie Xiaofeng by hiding here and shoveling manure?"

"Innocent."

Xie Xiaofeng knelt on the ground, clutching his head in anguish, letting out a wild, beast-like wail.

Qin Han looked down at Xie Xiaofeng and smiled.

"Do you want to know where your biological son and daughter are?"