Seeing this, the man also gave a cold laugh, stomped his feet, and charged at Qin Mohan.
Bang! Bang!
It was just a fleeting moment.
The two then exchanged a punch.
Knock knock knock!
The two seemed evenly matched; after exchanging a punch, they both staggered back several steps.
"Hmm! Not bad, indeed the War God Prince."
After regaining his footing, the man looked at Qin Mohan with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Qin Mohan, on the other hand, looked at him with a slight frown.
"Are you one of the Four Ghosts of the Underworld, Bai Wuyu?"
Upon hearing this, the man looked at Qin Mohan with a surprised expression.
"Huh? You actually knew?"
"Hmph, you Jianghu forces have been living too peacefully, daring to collude with people in the court and interfere in the affairs of my dynasty."
"Collusion? Hahaha! Prince Han, have you been in the army for too long? Have you forgotten that your empire wouldn't be so stable without the presence of our Jianghu forces?"
"Your existence? You have quite the nerve. My Great Xia Dynasty has no need for a bunch of rats like you."
"Hehe! That's hard to say. For example, right now, if I kill you, it's possible that I'll be given a second-rank official position."
"Second-rank officials? You also want to enter the imperial court?"
"Of course. As you said before, we, the people of the martial world, have always lived in the shadows. It's not impossible for us to step out openly and enter the imperial court as officials."
"What a pipe dream! A gang that commits arson, murder, and looting dares to interfere in politics. The Crown Prince and his ilk must be out of their minds. Aren't they afraid of being outmaneuvered by you?"
"Hahaha! Han Wang is really smart! But so what? We're partners now."
So, Prince Han, will you take your own life, or will I come down and help you?
"Hmph, just the few of you?"
Upon hearing this, the man gave a mocking smile and shook his head: "No, it's me."
"You? If it were all four of you ghosts coming together, I might have taken a second look, but unfortunately, I don't even consider you a threat."
Upon hearing this...
The man's mocking smile vanished, replaced by a look of mild anger.
Wait a moment.
"Is that so? Then I'd like to see if you, Prince Han, are truly as rumored, capable of taking on a thousand troops single-handedly."
After saying that.
The person moved.
He stomped his feet and leaned towards Qin Mohan.
Upon seeing this, Qin Mohan remained expressionless, standing still and waiting for his arrival.
And very soon.
The man then stood in front of Qin Mohan and struck him in the chest with his palm.
Qin Mohan's eyes narrowed, and he swayed to the left, instantly dodging the man's attack.
Um?
Upon seeing this, the man let out another exclamation of surprise.
However, at this time...
Qin Mohan made his move. With a wave of his right hand, a powerful surge of internal energy erupted and struck the man's abdomen.
Upon seeing this, the man's pupils contracted, and he quickly dodged Qin Mohan's attack.
After he regained his footing, he looked at Qin Mohan, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes once again.
"Not bad, you really do have some skill."
Qin Mohan didn't reply, but looked at him coldly, "Hand over my people, or you Netherworld Four Ghosts will probably only have three left today."
"Hmph, arrogant."
The man snorted coldly, his whole body trembled, and he circulated his internal energy, leaning towards Qin Mohan once again.
"Hmph, you're asking for death."
Seeing him attack again, Qin Mohan snorted coldly and then met his attack head-on.
Bang bang bang!
It was just a fleeting moment.
The two then began to fight fiercely.
at this time.
The two exchanged blows, neither giving an inch, and for a moment the winds of their palms and fists howled wildly, creating an astonishing spectacle.
Qin Mohan's moves were incredibly fierce, alternating between fists and palms, occasionally accompanied by kicks, as he relentlessly attacked the man.
And that person was indeed extraordinary.
His movements were agile, his figure shifting like a ghost, making him difficult to predict.
The fight between the two seemed to suppress the surrounding air, producing a series of whistling sounds.
After watching their battle for a while, Ye Qingcheng turned to look at the other three enemies.
"Hand over our people, and I might spare your lives."
Um?
The three people who were originally watching the battlefield turned to look at Ye Qingcheng after hearing her words, and uttered a questioning sound.
After a moment of stunned silence...
One of them looked at Ye Qingcheng with a mocking expression.
"Oh, I didn't expect you, little wench, to be able to talk big, huh?"
"Hahaha!"
After that man finished speaking, the other two burst into laughter.
Ye Qingcheng looked at them coldly.
"You're not going to pay, huh?"
"That's right, so what? Do you think you can intimidate us with your cold demeanor?"
"If that's the case, then..."
Before Ye Qingcheng could finish speaking, she moved swiftly and instantly rushed towards the three people.
Um?
Upon seeing this, the three were puzzled for a moment, then stood there disdainfully, waiting for Ye Qingcheng's attack.
And this will happen.
Ye Qingcheng also arrived, her delicate hand forming a palm, and she struck one of them.
Upon seeing this, the man sensed the powerful force contained in Ye Qingcheng's palm strike.
His initial disdain vanished instantly, replaced by a look of panic.
Immediately afterwards.
He shouted loudly, stomped his feet, circulated his internal energy, poured it into his fist, and threw a punch.
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