Supreme Emperor of Swords

Swoosh!

A gigantic golden arrow hit his earlobe, tearing away one of his ears.

“I hate guys like you who bring out your fathers if you can’t beat your opponent. Scram, or the next arrow will hit your heart.” Ding Hao slowly drew the longbow, the second golden arrow gradually materializing.

After Ding Hao seized the Divine Four Guardians Bow, the aura it released under him was many times more powerful than under this black-haired young man. The gigantic golden arrow was like a scorching sun, condensing a murderous malice even more terrible than before.

“You…” The black-haired young man realized that this brawny, horrifically powerful man with a square face meant what he said. If he said anything more, he would definitely be killed by another arrow.

“Just you wait.”

After threatening angrily, the black-haired young man left crestfallen with his followers.

He had gone out for wool and came home shorn.

He could see that the black pot was extraordinary, and wanted an excuse to seize it, instead, he had to give up his Divine Four Guardians Bow.

“Juniors these days really don’t know how to respect their elders and love the young. Alas, this peace must have lasted too long. They have forgotten what it means to be in a crisis. Maybe we really need another Holy War.” Uncle Tianshu shook his head and sighed. Then he quickly packed up everything around him, as if making ready to run.

“What are you doing?” Ding Hao put away the Divine Four Guardians Bow.

This bow was not as powerful as Zhang Fan’s Fake God Bow, but had more dexterity. When he returned to Snow Province after this, he could give it to the hunter boy as a present.

“Preparing to run, of course.” Uncle Tianshu looked at Ding Hao as if he were an idiot and said, “That guy you beat just now is a disciple of Purple Cloud City. Purple Cloud City is one of the top 20 sects of the Divine Central Continent. Its city lord Dugu Yifang is most protective of his disciples. We’re in deep sh*t, because that old man will come after us since we thrashed his junior. Are you going to wait for the masters of Purple Cloud City to come settle scores with you?”

“So what if they come?” Ding Hao was not in the least concerned.

“Are you an idiot? We’re here to locate the divine hoards in the Sacred Hall ruins, not here to fight! Besides, the Ninth Firmament Dragon Roars of Purple Cloud City is very powerful. There’s no need to confront them head-on.” Uncle Tianshu packed up his things and dragged Ding Hao away without saying a word. The two sprinted deep into the Bone-burying Forest.

…

Less than 15 minutes after they disappeared…

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Two figures landed on the same spot.

One of them was a scrawny old man with gray hair, the wrinkles on his face as deep as gullies. It was as if a piece of human skin had been grafted on his skeletal frame, and that a gust of wind could blow him away. His body gave off a stench of death and decay, as if he was about to die at any moment.

The black-haired young man stood respectfully by the old man’s side. He said, “Second Uncle, those two fools who seized our Divine Four Guardians Bow were standing here just now.”

The scrawny old man looked like he did not even have the strength to open his eyes. He sniffed around.

“They have gone far. You’ve provoked a real master.” He shook his head. “Let’s go back.”

“Don’t tell me we’ll just let them off like this?” The black-haired young man was unwilling to take this lying down.

“Big brother has spoiled you, and you’re making trouble everywhere. Even I, your Second Uncle, is quite fearful of those men you have just provoked. You’re lucky to have lost only an ear.” The scrawny old man’s eyes glanced at the black-haired young man.

He lifted his eyelids. His eyeballs were extremely horrific—they were totally white. He had no pupils in his eyes.

The scrawny old man said blandly, “However, these two men must be really tired of living. They dared to even rob our Divine Four Guardians Bow. They’re courting death! With their strength, they must be here for the Sacred Hall ruins. There’s no need to waste time going after them. We’ll meet them sooner or later. Then we’ll just kill them and take back our bow.”

“That’s great. Second Uncle, if you are willing to fight for us, those two foolish bandits will surely die.” The black-haired young man was overjoyed.

Ding Hao and Uncle Tianshu had been carefully inspecting the trails left behind by their predecessors and advancing cautiously.

In the past few days, Ding Hao was also a little shocked by the horrors of the Bone-burying Forest.

Even Evil Moon, the fat cat who loved hunting and good food, stayed by Ding Hao’s side obediently without running around, after nearly being swallowed up by an Ancient Golden Crocodile.