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Jin Hao’s voice had just faded when a figure emerged from the dense, dimly lit jungle.
The opponent’s bold appearance made Jin Hao tense up involuntarily, his expression growing solemn as he silently prepared himself. He thought his earlier guess had been correct—that he had encountered some expert this time.
But the moment the figure’s face became clear, his expression turned to sheer disbelief, his pupils shrinking rapidly as if he’d seen a ghost.
Glancing around, Yang Kai’s brows furrowed as he instantly grasped many things.
"It’s you!" Jin Hao blurted out, "How… how could you…!"
"Still alive?" Yang Kai laughed lightly.
"That’s right, how could you possibly still be alive?" Jin Hao’s voice dropped to a low growl.
Over half a year ago, three disciples of Ghost King Valley had hunted Yang Kai. Yu Chengkun, the fastest, had chased after him first, while Jin Hao and
At the time, Jin Hao had assumed Yang Kai dragged Yu Chengkun off the cliff in a mutual kill. He never expected to run into him again over half a year later. And this time, the disciple of
"Why wouldn’t I be alive?" Yang Kai scoffed.
"Could it be you didn’t fall off the cliff?" Jin Hao considered a possibility.
"I did fall, but I climbed back up. By the way, your junior brother wasn’t so lucky. He fell to the bottom and was smashed into a pulp—died a miserable death with no burial. Quite tragic." Yang Kai raised an eyebrow.
His original intention was merely to unsettle Jin Hao and provoke his anger, but what he didn’t expect was for Jin Hao to remain completely unmoved. The man just kept giving him a cold smirk.
Half a year ago, Jin Hao might have truly become enraged, but now, his own life was in someone else’s hands. Like a clay idol crossing a river, he had no spare concern for others.
Noticing Jin Hao’s cold indifference, Yang Kai frowned and glanced at the three fifth-stage demon beasts nearby. With contempt, he said, "So you’ve already betrayed your sect and thrown in with those people from the Heavenly Wolf Kingdom."
These three fifth-stage beasts were all different species. The fact that they coexisted peacefully and all showed hostility toward him clearly meant someone had enslaved them.
Jin Hao didn’t have the ability for that—only those from the Heavenly Wolf Kingdom could enslave demon beasts.
"What do you know?" Jin Hao snapped, his embarrassment turning to anger as he hissed at Yang Kai. "You know nothing! Don’t stand there spouting nonsense and judging me! If you have time to talk, you should worry about yourself first!"
With a wave of his hand, Jin Hao ordered, "Kill him!"
Yang Kai’s expression tightened as he watched the three fifth-stage beasts warily.
To his surprise, the beasts only continued to snarl and bare their teeth at him in warning. They made no move to attack on Jin Hao’s command.
"Damn it, you worthless bitch!" Jin Hao cursed furiously.
"Ha ha ha ha…" Seeing this absurd scene, Yang Kai couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Jin Hao’s face turned an unsightly mix of red and green, as if he’d run a dye shop. Yang Kai’s mockery, combined with his current plight—a tiger fallen on hard times—sent him into a complete rage. His fists crackled with energy as he grinned savagely at Yang Kai. "Laugh it up, laugh it up. You won’t have the chance to laugh again."
As he spoke, two ghostly white claws radiated eerie wind, exuding a bone-chilling cold. His figure blurred like the wind as he lunged at Yang Kai.
Where the ghost claws swept, they trailed a ghostly light. A pervasive chill spread around Yang Kai’s body, constantly eroding his energy.
Yang Kai’s expression grew serious. He circulated his Yuan Qi, resisting the corrosion while parrying the attacks.
There was a significant gap in their realms. Jin Hao’s strength was around the fifth level of the Zhenyuan Realm—two levels higher than Qi Jianxing had been that day. But in terms of actual combat power, they were roughly equal.
After all, their backgrounds differed. Qi Jianxing hailed from the prestigious Nine Star Sword Sect, while Jin Hao came from the second-rate Ghost King Valley.
So although Yang Kai seemed to be at a disadvantage, he wasn’t in immediate mortal danger.
Over the past month or so, he had also grown quite a bit.
The only thing worrying Yang Kai was those three fifth-stage demon beasts circling nearby!
Each of these beasts was powerful. If they all attacked at once, his only option would be to flee.
But after fighting for some time, Yang Kai was surprised to find that the beasts merely watched from the sidelines, showing no intention of intervening. His courage grew, and as he moved and fought, his strength gradually rose, peaking at the top of the Separation-Union Realm.
Jin Hao fought ruthlessly, his strikes fierce. The anger of the past month was being unleashed here, and he had completely forgotten Zi Mo’s orders to capture Yang Kai alive. He now radiated an aura that would settle for nothing less than Yang Kai’s death.
With an overwhelming advantage, in just half the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Jin Hao had already left over a dozen wounds on Yang Kai’s body. Though none were life-threatening, he had lost a fair amount of blood.
"Kid, you’re dead for sure today!" Jin Hao taunted, still having enough energy to mock him even mid-fight.