Chapter 1599 - 1494: Bitter Struggle

"Wang Fugui! Get the hell out of here right now!"

Qin Hao’s roar sounded again. Wang Fugui’s body trembled as he stared at Ren Zhengfei beside him.

He might be simple, but he wasn’t stupid.

Judging from his master’s actions and that old man’s cruel expression, his master’s situation was definitely bad, otherwise he wouldn’t keep telling him to leave.

Thinking of this, Wang Fugui’s face was full of emotion. "Master..."

For the sake of his escape, his master was actually planning to stay behind alone to face the enemy. What a noble spirit!

"Stop babbling!" Qin Hao urged again with another shout.

"Master!" Wang Fugui was still hesitating about whether to run, when he saw Ren Zhengfei suddenly smile sinisterly. "So this Dead Fatty is your servant? In that case, I’ll be merciful and send him down to Hell with you! So you won’t blame me for leaving you lonely down there!"

Hearing this, Wang Fugui was scared out of his wits.

This old bastard actually wanted to kill him?

And he was that confident he could kill his master?

Just how strong was he?

Terror flooded his whole body. Wang Fugui realized he couldn’t move; his body turned ice-cold.

At this moment, Qin Hao sneered. "You actually harbor killing intent toward a mere mortal, Ren Zhengfei, all these years you’ve lived might as well have been lived by a dog!"

"Heh!" Ren Zhengfei laughed disdainfully. "You think I’d be arrogant enough to let an eyewitness go? If I want less trouble later, these two mortals must die!"

With that, he swooshed forward, arriving in front of Wang Fugui, and slammed his palm down.

Because he was too fast, Wang Fugui didn’t react at all, just stood there stupidly like a wooden post.

Only when death was almost upon him did he snap awake with an "Ah!" His face twisted with fear.

"Am I going to die?"

That was Wang Fugui’s scream at this moment.

Yet, the next instant.

Swoosh!

Another figure charged in from behind, arriving just before Wang Fugui died, and raised both hands high.

Bang!

With a deafening boom, Wang Fugui was lifted and flung away by a blast of wind. When he focused his eyes, he saw Qin Hao standing where he had just been, arms raised, blocking that punch from the old ghost.

"Master..." Wang Fugui’s eyes instantly welled with hot tears. He understood—his master had saved him.

"Idiot... get out of here!" Qin Hao’s face was cold and composed, but his words came out in broken fragments.

Blocking that strike head-on had already left him with internal injuries; his condition was not good.

"Heh, leave? You think I’m a cripple?"

Noticing that Qin Hao’s state was terrible, Ren Zhengfei laughed with great satisfaction. "Even if he wants to leave, it’s useless. I’ll kill you first, then catch up to them—won’t they die all the same?"

"But at that point there’ll be even more eyewitnesses." Qin Hao said coldly.

"You mean those mortals on the street?" Ren Zhengfei laughed cruelly and dismissively. "If they see me, I won’t mind wiping out the entire town!"

"How dare you?" Qin Hao showed genuine surprise. "This is a village under our sect’s jurisdiction... with such vicious cruelty, aren’t you afraid of enraging Celestial Gods and men alike?"

"Heh!" Ren Zhengfei’s smile grew even more scornful. "Those mortals are just ants to me—kill them and that’s that. Besides, afterward I can just disguise this as the work of an Evil Sect. You really think they’ll suspect me?"

"Beast!" Qin Hao cursed furiously.

He’d figured it out—this Ren Zhengfei was a complete beast, completely heedless of good and evil.

Wang Fugui was also stunned when he heard this.

But he quickly came to his senses, gritted his teeth, and said, "Old ghost! You may be an Immortal, but with a character this rotten, I despise you!"

"Dead Fatty! Why would I care whether you despise me?" Ren Zhengfei smiled playfully. "Since you dare rebuke me like that, when I kill you later, I hope you don’t cry."

"Kill me then! You think I’m afraid of you?" Wang Fugui was a man of some spine, otherwise he wouldn’t have ignored Qin Hao’s threats earlier.

He roared, "Dead ghost! If you can’t kill me, I’ll be the one to kill you!"

With that, his whole body started trembling as his hand slowly reached out—he was actually trying to pick up a sharp piece of wood from the ground.

Because of Ren Zhengfei’s oppressive aura, his movements were extremely difficult; he moved as if the scene had been slowed tenfold, looking ridiculously comical.

Yet Wang Fugui’s expression was incomparably resolute. He gritted his teeth, his flushed face straining with effort.

When his hand finally touched the wooden stick, Ren Zhengfei burst out laughing. "Reckless idiot! Fall!"

With that bellow, Wang Fugui felt as though his internal organs had been shaken out of place.

He violently spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground with a thud, seriously injured by the shock.

"Nephew!"

From not far away, Shopkeeper Wang let out a shrill cry.

"You fall too!"

Ren Zhengfei glanced at Shopkeeper Wang and shouted. Likewise, Shopkeeper Wang spewed blood and toppled straight to the ground.

After all, Ren Zhengfei was in the Qi Condensation Realm. To mortals, his strength was like that of a Celestial God.

The gap between them was far too great; he didn’t even need to make a move. Just his aura and his shout were enough to injure people.

After injuring the two of them in an instant, Ren Zhengfei finally turned his head to look at Qin Hao and said with a chilling smile, "Now, you can die as well!"

Right now, Qin Hao’s expression was incomparably dark.

Those who knew Qin Hao were aware that he normally treated life like a joke, often breezy and indifferent, almost never showing this kind of gloomy face.

But whenever he did show this side of himself, it meant only one thing.

—Qin Hao was enraged!

Yes, Qin Hao at this moment was truly, utterly furious—anger soaring to the sky!

He hadn’t expected that, though Ren Zhengfei held the status of an Immortal, he would be so cruel toward mortals.

And these two mortals were people tied to him.

Qin Hao had always fiercely protected his own, had always stood for justice. How could he endure this?

"Ren Zhengfei... you deserve to die!"

In his fury, Qin Hao forced the words out from his throat.

"Heh! Brat, right now you should be worrying about yourself, not them..."

Ren Zhengfei had only just spoken when his eyes suddenly narrowed—he sensed something was off.

Because Qin Hao in front of him was becoming a bit bizarre.

All the skin on his body was reddening, and his eyes were riddled with bloodshot veins, as if he hadn’t slept for days.

At the same time, an indescribably vast aura was bursting out from within him.

"This guy..." Ren Zhengfei was stunned, but then he remembered the rumors about Qin Hao’s Wasted Body and realized—this was that devouring Power of Bloodline?

The next instant.

Boom!

At the point of contact between the two, a huge burst of flame suddenly erupted from nowhere, swallowing them both.

Very quickly, before the flames had fully dispersed, a figure was blasted out, crashing to the ground—it was actually Ren Zhengfei.

Burned by the flames, his clothes were charred, his hair a wild mess, his face blackened with soot, making him look very much like a beggar.

He glared angrily at that mass of fire and roared, "Brat! I’ll kill you!"

Fwoosh.

The flames scattered, and an equally blackened Qin Hao appeared. Though he looked battered, his eyes were blazing with sharp light.