Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Zhao Min's face flushed red and then turned pale after being rebuked by his words. She bit her lip and stopped arguing back. Instead, she took a few steps back and stood next to Hua Zheng.

Hua Zheng felt a sense of powerlessness as she looked at Kublai Khan's demeanor.

His fourth brother was used to being domineering on the grasslands and thought that everyone in the world had to obey him. He had no idea how capable this man in front of him was.

The Golden Wheel Monk tried to speak to Kublai Khan several times, but each time he was glared at and turned away by Kublai Khan.

Lu Zhangke was now filled with regret. He should have known better than to act rashly. Now that Kublai Khan was being so stubborn, they would all be doomed if they really started fighting.

The four guards, having been blocked by Zhao Min earlier and having overheard her words, were somewhat intimidated.

They stopped in place and looked back at Kublai Khan.

Seeing this, Kublai Khan became even angrier and kicked one of his guards in the lower back.

"What the hell are you all standing there for? Take them down!"

The four guards dared not delay any longer and charged straight forward, gripping their scimitars.

Wanwan leaned closer to Qin Han's shoulder, a slight smile playing on her lips as she watched the four guards rushing towards her.

"Good brother, someone's going to catch you."

The voice just fell.

Qin Han turned his head to look at Jiang Yuyan behind him, his voice revealing a hint of casualness.

"Kill him."

The voice just fell.

Jiang Yuyan darted away from behind Qin Han.

Before the four Mongolian guards wielding curved swords could react, a slender figure dressed in black tight-fitting clothes slipped between them.

Then, several crisp sounds of bones breaking rang out in succession.

The scimitars in the hands of the four guards fell one after another to the wooden floor, and each of their wrists and ankles was dislocated in that instant.

Jiang Yuyan had put on a pair of black gloves at some point, and now she placed her hands on the tops of the heads and chests of two of them.

The first guard's body shuddered violently, and a large amount of blood mist gushed from his seven orifices, his skin and flesh quickly withering away.

The second guard's chest caved in under the impact of the palm strike, his heart shattered, his eyeballs bulged out, and he died on the spot without even making a sound.

Jiang Yuyan then turned to the remaining two.

One person's head was slammed directly into their chest cavity by the force of the palm strike!

The sound of the neck bones cracking was particularly jarring, while the other person experienced a reversed flow of energy throughout their body, with their skin cracking inch by inch.

Blood was splattered everywhere, even staining the nearby tables and chairs with dark red blood.

Four elite guards, valiant and skilled in battle on the grasslands, were defeated in just a few breaths.

The bodies lay scattered haphazardly in the center of the second floor, each with a distinctly different manner of death.

The strong smell of blood permeated the entire second floor through the doors and windows.

There were hardly any customers left in the entire restaurant; the manager and waiters had long since run away.

Jiang Yuyan withdrew her hand, looked at the blood-stained black gloves, frowned, and felt that her hands were dirty.

He turned to look at Qin Han and asked for instructions in a cold voice.

"Master, should we kill this one too?"

She was asking Kublai Khan, who was standing next to her in a state of extreme shock.

The second floor was completely silent at this moment, and Zhao Min and the others were all looking at the four corpses on the ground.

She knew that the people around Qin Han were powerful, but she never expected that a woman who looked like just a maid would be so ruthless.

Hua Zheng was just a little princess of the grasslands. She had never seen such a scene where human life was treated like dirt. She covered her mouth with her hands and her face turned pale.

Fine beads of cold sweat trickled down the foreheads of the two Xuanming Elders, their confidence that they could also kill these four guards.

But they could never do it so cleanly and efficiently, especially since they knew best about the technique that could directly suck a person into a dried corpse—it was the Northern Darkness Divine Skill of the Free and Unfettered Sect.

His own master was defeated by the leader of this sect.

A sense of apprehension inevitably arose in his heart.

Wanwan's smile deepened, and she leaned close to Qin Han, whispering in his ear.

"Brother, your maid is really amazing. I really like the way she kills people."

Shi Feixuan remained seated, gripping the Lustful Void Sword tightly in her hand, and once again gained a new understanding of the women around Qin Han.

They treat human life as worthless.

Kublai Khan, seeing his personal guards die tragically at his feet, became so enraged that he lost all reason.

He roared and swung his curved sword, bringing it down with all his might towards Jiang Yuyan's head.

"You bitch, I'll kill you!"

Jiang Yuyan stood still, watching the curved blade slash towards her, and with her left hand, she grabbed a fallen curved blade from the ground.

The curved blade flew into her palm through the suction, and sparks flew as the weapons clashed.

Jiang Yuyan blocked Kublai Khan's seemingly inevitable attack with one hand while holding the knife. The opponent felt an immense force coming from the blade, his hand went numb from the shock, and he almost couldn't even hold the knife.

Before he could change his stance and retreat, Jiang Yuyan's right hand had already struck his chest.

A dull thud resounded, and Kublai Khan's burly body involuntarily staggered back a few steps, his chest heaving with blood and qi, and a metallic, sweet taste rising in his throat.

He had barely swallowed the blood and was still not on his feet when Jiang Yuyan, who had followed him, grabbed his thick neck.

"Well……"

All of Kublai Khan's voices were stuck in his throat.

Jiang Yuyan lifted him by the neck with one hand, his feet slightly off the ground, his face turning red and purple from lack of oxygen.

The dignified fourth prince of Mongolia was lifted up by a woman's single hand, his limbs weak and struggling haphazardly. For the first time, fear appeared in his furious eyes.

The scene fell silent for a moment, as Jinlun Fawang and Hebi Weng had just shifted their feet, as if they were about to make a move.

Then they saw Qin Han take the wine cup that Wanwan had poured and slowly swirl the wine inside.

There was no warning or extra emotional fluctuation in his eyes; he was simply looking calmly in their direction.

The energy they had just mustered vanished instantly, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on their backs.

Without a doubt, if they dared to make a move, the man who hadn't yet made a move would make their fate even worse than the four corpses on the ground.

Looking at Kublai Khan, whose neck was being choked and whose face was full of humiliation, and then at Qin Han, who had never taken the other party seriously, Zhao Min felt a sense of powerlessness.

He was about to speak up and tell Qin Han not to impulsively kill Kublai Khan, after all, the fourth prince of Mongolia.

Killing him wouldn't do me any good.

Suddenly, the voices of Zhao Min's Eight Divine Archers came from outside the restaurant: "Princess, Wu Yingxiong, the heir of the Prince of Pingxi of the Great Qing Dynasty, has arrived with his men!"