"Come on, everyone, eat and drink to your heart's content. I'm treating today, to celebrate my junior brother!"

"My junior brother single-handedly swept across the Extreme Fist Sect, greatly damaging their reputation and enhancing the prestige of our Heavy Sword Sect. Let's raise a toast!"

"Junior brother, I toast to you. When you achieve great success in the future, don't forget us old brothers!"

"Senior brother, don't mock me. Usually, in the sect, I rely a lot on the care of all you senior brothers. I'll down this bowl of wine first!"

In a private room of Zhihai Tower, seven or eight young men gathered together, shouting and yelling, their faces full of excitement.

Around the Eight Immortals Table were dishes like braised pork, lion's head meatballs, steamed carp, and oil-braised prawns, as well as jars of top-grade Daughter's Red wine.

Qi Bao successfully challenged the Extreme Fist Sect during the day.

At night, these familiar sect members went out together to drink and celebrate, not even returning to their dormitories.

Though it violated sect rules.

But the elder steward of the Heavy Sword Sect naturally would not spoil the mood at this time and just turned a blind eye.

Inside the private room, Qi Bao became the focus of everyone, with all kinds of compliments coming one after another.

"This Extreme Fist Sect truly has no successors. The first guy who challenged junior brother couldn't win, and even tried to sneak attack with a dagger?" Suddenly, someone mentioned Huang Longgang.

"Haha, I remember that guy. He even threatened junior brother Qi at the end, saying he would take your life!"

"But still, be a little careful. As the saying goes, 'A gentleman can be avoided, but a petty person is hard to guard against!'"

Qi Bao listened and sneered dismissively, "Just a small fry, not worth mentioning!"

He had drunk countless bowls of wine, his face flushed and fully intoxicated.

At this moment, the night market was opening on the street outside the restaurant, with all kinds of lanterns brightly lit, people coming and going, a bustling scene.

At a spot diagonally below Zhihai Tower, there was a stand selling rice cakes, and business was good.

"Big sister, how much is one of these fried rice cakes?"

"Three coins for one, ten coins for four. Young man, do you want to take four directly?"

"No, no, just one. I have a small appetite."

As a martial artist, Qi Bao's hearing was naturally extremely keen.

Even while eating and drinking, sitting next to the carved window on the second floor, he absorbed many of the sounds from the street below, automatically filtering them out.

Suddenly, his ears twitched.

This voice, why does it sound familiar?

Qi Bao suddenly turned his head, looking down, and saw a familiar gray-clad figure walking away into the distance.

A deeply ingrained feeling rose in his heart.

Qi Bao shivered all over, not even aware that the wine in his hand had spilled onto his clothes.

'This time, you won't escape!' Qi Bao roared in his heart.

Learning from last time's lesson.

Without a word, Qi Bao jumped out of the window and sprinted towards that figure.

Seeing the distance between them getting closer and closer, Qi Bao angrily discovered that the other party also began to speed up!

"Where do you think you're going!" Qi Bao shouted in anger as he rushed forward, mercilessly shoving aside a few unlucky passersby.

The street vendors suffered from bad luck, their fruit and vegetable stands were knocked over, fruits and vegetables rolled all over the ground, trampled into a mess by passersby who couldn't stop in time.

Ordinary people were as fragile as chives in front of a two-blood warrior.

Qi Bao sprinted all the way, finally catching up to the back of that figure.

His right arm lunged forward like a dragon, firmly gripping the person's shoulder, afraid of letting them escape again.

"Got you!" Qi Bao was overjoyed.

"Ah!"

The other party let out a miserable scream.

Upon hearing the sound, the smile on Qi Bao's face immediately froze.

A strange middle-aged man's face turned around, filled with anger: "What are you doing!"

He tried to shake off Qi Bao's hand, only to feel like he was touching a block of hard iron, unable to move it.

Only after Qi Bao actively let go did he have a chance to rub his shoulder, feeling as if his bone was about to crack.

"Grabbed the wrong person, sorry." Qi Bao released his hand, looking disappointed.

"Are you crazy!" The other party cursed unwillingly.

Seeing Qi Bao didn't seem easy to provoke, he had to admit his bad luck and grumbled as he left.

"Could it be, I made a mistake?"

Qi Bao looked around in a daze, suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

That gray-clad figure appeared before him again, but the next moment, it turned and ran into the nearby alley.

Without thinking, Qi Bao sprinted towards there.

The alley was devoid of people, dimly lit, with tree branches overhead rustling, and that person had disappeared again.

'No, the sound is wrong!'

Qi Bao suddenly realized and looked up.

A bloated shadow descended from the sky.

Holding a silver axe, the gleaming silver light of the axe blade completely reflected in Qi Bao's pupils!

'Whoosh!'

The fierce sound of the weapon cutting through the air drowned out all the wind around.

The axe was still mid-air, yet Qi Bao's neck already felt numb, it was difficult even to breathe.

Hide!

The instincts and experience of a two-blood warrior told Qi Bao that he absolutely couldn't take this move, only evasion offered the slimmest chance of survival!

He just wanted to move.

An invisible energy spread towards him, causing his thoughts to freeze.

As the axe got closer, death seemed unavoidable.

The purple Treasure Pearl hanging on Qi Bao's chest suddenly lit up, making his eyes instantly clear again.

He desperately lunged to the side, narrowly avoiding being beheaded.

"Oh..."

The attacker let out a surprised sound, clearly not expecting to miss.

Qi Bao lay on the ground, his face twisted in pain, appearing somewhat ferocious.

A large gash was opened on his waist, with blood gushing out.

Though he narrowly escaped death, he was also seriously injured.

If he couldn't turn the tables, he was destined to die sooner or later.

Furious, Qi Bao looked at the attacker.

Dressed in all black, his face was obscured, making it unrecognizable.

"Lou Yi, it must be you!"

Qi Bao jumped up from the ground, drew the broad sword from his back, and fiercely slashed towards the man in black.

But halfway through, the chop turned into a throw, and he quickly fled in the opposite direction.

If he could just escape this alley, he still had a chance to live!

Just as this thought crossed Qi Bao's mind, he heard two whooshing sounds from behind.

Already severely injured and losing agility, Qi Bao only had time to dodge one, but the inside of his knee was hit hard by the other.

Running at his limit, he instantly lost balance, his body tilting to one side, his head hitting the wall with a 'bang'.

Dizzy and disoriented, Qi Bao then had a golden dagger plunged into his throat, blood gushing out of his mouth and nose.

'Am I going to die like this?'

Qi Bao couldn't believe it.

The fastest in Heavy Sword Sect history to break through to one-blood, two-blood warrior, the one called a hopeful future Martial Artist by the elder, was going to die just like this?

In his final moments, he saw the attacker unravel the black cloth, revealing an ordinary face he'd never seen before.

Not Lou Yi?

How is that possible?

How could it be!

"I hate it..." Qi Bao let out an unwilling growl before death.

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