Taking a deep breath, Wang Hao forced himself to calm down, looked at the sweeping monk in front of him, and nodded slightly.

"I see.

The Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor... I'll handle it!

I'll come find you here then!

After saying that, Wang Hao turned around and left!

This surprised the sweeping monk, who couldn't help but ask, "Don't you have anything else you want to ask?"

"What's the point of asking? There's nothing we can do about it now anyway."

Wang Hao shook his head, his expression calm. "All I know is that the only thing I can do now is to become a true powerhouse among the Martial Saints and solve the problem of Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum!"

Then... I'll go find you all!

I also want to know, who exactly is my enemy, my foe!

What I really want to know is...who I am!

As he finished speaking, Wang Hao clenched his fists, and his expression became complicated.

Know who you are!

Wang Hao had never considered this question before.

He is Wang Hao, the young master of the Wang family.

Isn't this a very simple answer?

But after his conversation with Wang Jianguo, Wang Hao had a completely different answer in his heart.

He... may not be as simple as he thinks!

Why would Wang Jianguo place such high hopes on himself?

What kind of people were behind the destruction of the Wang family?

Is it related to those people that the masters are fighting against?

Countless questions troubled Wang Hao.

But in any case, Wang Hao knew that his identity was probably not simple!

Otherwise, why would these people treat him like this?

With a sigh, Wang Hao said nothing more.

He strode straight outside.

He suddenly has a direction for his next step.

That's enough.

For someone like Wang Hao, there is no fear of trouble or danger.

What he feared most was that he would be like a headless fly, completely without direction!

Now that he has a direction, Wang Hao has nothing to worry about.

He will keep going!

Keep walking along this road!

Until he meets the culprits who, according to Wang Jianguo, killed the Wang family!

Looking in the direction Wang Hao left, the sweeping monk, after a long silence, finally sighed and couldn't help but shake his head.

"This kid...do you know what you're about to face?"

I'm terrified just thinking about those guys! And you're actually looking forward to it and getting excited?

What a monster!

This is probably the longest sentence the Sweeping Monk has ever uttered in all these years.

He never spoke like that, not even to his comrades on the battlefield!

...

Inside the tomb of the Martial Saint.

Wang Hao met Guan Xing and Guan Yinping again.

Compared to last time, Guan Xing and Guan Yinping both looked much more somber today.

After all, Guan Ping is dead.

Guan Yu's body has also been returned.

They knelt before Guan Yu's corpse, remaining silent for a long time.

Wang Hao didn't say much, and turned to leave.

This place originally belonged to Guan Xing and Guan Yinping, so he had no reason to stay here indefinitely.

He had absolutely no interest in Guan Yu's corpse.

But at that moment, Guan Xing suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"Wang Hao, there's something I might be able to tell you."

"What?" Wang Hao was stunned, still somewhat unable to react.

Guan Xing lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Back then, many people believed that my father died at the hands of an unknown young soldier..."

But in reality, although my father died at that man's hands, the reason he ended up like that was entirely...because of other things!

"What do you mean?"

Wang Hao frowned, somewhat confused by Guan Xing's words.

What do you mean by "entirely because of other things"?

Why?

What exactly is Guan Xing saying?

Guan Xing turned his head to look at Wang Hao and said in a deep voice, "In fact, history was left behind back then, but it has been completely destroyed by now."

According to historical records, my father... lost the city and died because of his arrogance and carelessness.

Do you believe it?

Do you believe it?

One sentence was enough to make Wang Hao shake his head on the spot.

If we consider the common understanding of history and power, this is certainly credible.

But according to Wang Hao's understanding?

Bullshit!

A martial saint!

No matter how careless a Martial Saint is, it's impossible for a Martial Grandmaster to kill him!

At least he can run!

What kind of bullshit is this, that a commander was chased into a city and died there?

If the Martial Saint wants to run, who can stop him?

He can control everything!

There is only one possibility for a Martial Saint to die at the hands of a Martial Grandmaster.

He's injured!

Moreover, it was an extremely serious injury!

But what kind of person could possibly harm a Martial Saint?

Wang Hao's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he abruptly looked up at Guan Xing.

Guan Xing sighed and said, "Back then, my father really looked down on those enemy soldiers."

They're just a bunch of martial masters; he could kill them with one hand!

He is indeed arrogant, but he has the right to be arrogant!

Moreover, if he were to encounter an opponent at the level of a Martial Saint, he would put aside all his arrogance and make the best preparations!

My father's combat tactics were also top-notch for their time!

At this point, Guan Xing clenched his fists, his eyes turning bloodshot. "But nobody knows what it is!"

That day, my father was preparing to face the enemy when, unexpectedly, a powerful figure descended from the sky!

I still remember what that guy looked like!

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