Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Qin Han stood tall amidst Xingyun Manor, his aura as a grandmaster unmistakable!

The blue bricks beneath their feet began to crack in all directions due to the pressure of their true energy.

The Northern Darkness True Qi surged forth with immense force, weaving a net around his body, making the air in the courtyard feel heavier.

Vajra Hand Deng Lie clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He looked at Qin Han, then glanced back at the hundreds of thugs behind him. These were the men he had prepared in advance to deal with Li Xunhuan, but unexpectedly, Li Xunhuan didn't use them and instead wanted to use them on these people of unknown origin.

"Qin Han, you murdered your fellow martial arts practitioners; your crime is heinous!"

Deng Lie took a step forward, his voice echoing in the courtyard.

He was quite well-known in Baoding City, and being from the Vajra Sect of the Western Regions, he had a strong foundation.

"Even if you're a master of martial arts, you still have to be reasonable. It's a fact that Li Xunhuan is the Plum Blossom Bandit. Do you think you can kill everyone here who knows the truth?"

Qin Han chuckled softly. "She's really trying to be a hypocrite, pretending to be the righteous one from the start."

I've become the villain?!

He raised his eyelids slightly. Despite Deng Lie's confident demeanor, his gaze fell on Deng Lie's slightly trembling knees.

"Hehe, if your legs weren't shaking when you said that, it would actually be more convincing."

Deng Lie's face flushed red. Even this small detail had been exposed by Qin Han, making his old face turn bright red.

Seeing that Zhao Zhengyi and Master Xinmei did not respond to his suggestion to join the attack, it was clear that they were both intimidated by Qin Han's imposing presence.

"Attack! Whoever can cut off this man's head will be rewarded with a fortune!"

Deng Lie waved his hand, and dozens of guards wielding large swords roared and charged out.

Most of these thugs were second-rate martial artists who were used to running rampant in the city because of Xingyun Manor's reputation.

They blocked all of Qin and Han's escape routes, and the blades reflected the white light under the firelight in the night sky.

Qin Han's body did not move, and he did not even draw his Bloodthirsty Blade.

He merely snorted coldly!

"snort!"

The Northern Darkness True Qi around his body suddenly exploded.

The white and gray air currents spread outwards from him, forming a wall of air in an instant!

This is a qi barrier that only a Grandmaster can unleash; the Sweeper Monk in the original story once used such a technique.

The thugs at the front felt as if they had crashed into an iron wall.

Click.

The broadswords in the hands of the first row of guards touched the vortex of energy surrounding Qin Han's body.

The iron blade couldn't withstand the twisting force and shattered on the spot!

The shards of iron flew onto the pillar and embedded themselves directly into the wood.

Qin Han just stood there, his hands behind his back.

When those iron blades touched his vortex, it was as if they had collided with something spinning at high speed.

The sound of blades snapping echoed throughout the room.

The thugs, gripping the bare hilts of their knives, stood frozen in place.

They looked down at their split wrists, blood flowing down their wrists.

Deng Lie's heart pounded when he saw this.

He had never seen a grandmaster-level expert, let alone someone who could shatter dozens of steel swords with just his protective true energy.

"What...what kind of sorcery is this?"

The "impartial and incorruptible" Zhao Zhengyi was hiding behind Master Xinmei at some point, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Master, look! This person must be a demon, definitely practicing some kind of evil technique like the Star Absorbing Skill!"

Qin Han turned his head and looked coldly at Zhao Zhengyi.

Zhao Zhengyi felt a chill run down his spine from that look and quickly pulled his head back.

"Master Zhao, how did someone like you manage to make a name for yourself in the martial arts world?"

"It seems that the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty is indeed utterly rotten."

After Qin Han finished speaking, he looked at Deng Lie.

Deng Lie gritted his teeth and used all his strength.

His palms turned crimson, a sign that he had mastered the Vajra Sect's kung fu.

Deng Lie launched himself into the air and slashed down at Qin Han's head.

Sneak attack!

This was a direct, silent sneak attack after Qin Hanbai's true qi stopped forming a protective barrier!

This move used all of his internal strength.

But in Qin Han's eyes, this pounce was both slow and clumsy.

I really don't understand why people are so eager to die.

Do they think they can take advantage of the situation just because the special effects of true qi are gone?!

The special effect of the Lesser Formless Skill's true qi is invisible and formless!

The grandmaster's power is now evident; from Qin Han's current perspective, he will be able to perceive all the movements around him.

While Deng Lie was in mid-air, he suddenly felt the air around him exerting tremendous resistance.

His movements suddenly slowed down, and his body felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Deng Lie stared wide-eyed in disbelief as Qin Han slowly raised his right hand.

Qin Han's fingertips were aimed at Deng Lie's chest.

"Stupid and slow!"

Qin Han flicked his finger lightly, and a concentrated burst of energy shot out.

It was an invisible, compressed force.

The finger grazed Deng Lie's ear and shattered a stone lion behind him.

The stone lion's head turned to dust on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Han slapped the fan with his backhand.

A crisp popping sound rang out in the air.

Before Deng Lie could react, he was struck hard on the left cheek.

He spun three times in the air before crashing hard into the flower bed.

Several thugs tried to help him up, but found that Deng Lie had already fainted.

His jawbone was completely shattered, and his teeth were scattered all over the floor.

Qin Han withdrew his hand and glanced around.

Those martial arts figures who had been summoned to witness that Li Xunhuan was the Plum Blossom Thief all fell silent at this moment.

They instinctively stepped back.

Some even threw away their weapons to prove their innocence, saying that we were all invited by the people of Xingyun Manor to come and watch the show.

For every step Qin Han took forward, the crowd would retreat in unison.

"Long Xiaoyun, have you been a coward long enough?"

Qin Han's voice was calm, yet it reached the ears of everyone in the inner hall.

"Long Xiaoyun, your henchmen aren't very effective."

"Do you want to continue testing my limits and strength?"

Inside the main hall of Xingyun Manor, Long Xiaoyun clenched his fists.

His face was gloomy, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He initially thought this person would be A Fei, the flying swordsman summoned by Tie Chuanjia. However, upon seeing Qin Han carrying a knife, he figured that the sheer number of people in the group would deplete Qin Han's inner energy.

To everyone's surprise, Qin Han not only didn't draw his sword, but he also crippled nearly half of Xingyun Manor's men with just a flick of his finger.

Master Xinmei gripped his prayer beads tightly, his lips trembling incessantly.

His cloudy old eyes were filled with horror.

The Shaolin monk finally realized that the person in front of him was a grandmaster, a dragon crossing the river!

His behavior is nothing like that of the kind-hearted Li Xunhuan.

A master cannot be insulted, nor can he be defeated simply by having more people.

Master Xinmei took a step forward, his palms sweaty.

"Amitabha Buddha, Benefactor Qin, your sins of killing are too heavy, and you will eventually be punished."

Qin Han snorted coldly and lightly stomped his foot.

His figure appeared like a phantom, three feet away from Master Xinmei.

Master Xinmei was so frightened that he took three steps back, almost tripping over his robe.

"retribution?"

Qin Han pointed at the thugs wailing in the courtyard.

"When these scoundrels took money to do their jobs and framed loyal and honest people, you didn't talk about retribution."

"When Long Xiaoyun betrayed his sworn brother and imprisoned him, you didn't even mention retribution."

"Now I'm trying to reason with you, and you're talking to me about Buddhism?"

Master Xinmei opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.