Chapter 328: Shangguan Huofeng Captured

"Who's there!"

The man attacking Zhou Shan saw a sword Qi tearing through the air.

He subconsciously dodged.

The sharp sword Qi grazed the top of his head, shaving off some of his hair.

The man looked toward Chen Hao's direction with lingering fear.

Chen Hao was a bit disappointed; he had thought this strike could kill Zhou Shan, but he hadn't expected this guy to dodge it.

"Who are you?"

The man saw Chen Hao and said coldly.

"The one who's going to take your life!"

Saying this, Chen Hao raised his sword and stabbed over.

Seeing this, the man curled his lips slightly.

"Showing off in front of an expert!"

He was also a swordsman, so naturally, he wasn't afraid of Chen Hao.

Crackle!

Just as the man raised his sword to stab, a bolt of lightning shot out from Chen Hao's hand.

Seeing this, the man dodged quickly.

"Despicable!"

He hadn't expected Chen Hao to also have lightning abilities.

Chen Hao darted forward, closing the distance between him and the man.

Afterward, the Purple Lightning Frost Sword in his hand slashed out fiercely.

Seeing this, the man hurriedly raised the longsword in his hand to block.

A crisp clanging sound!

The man's sword collided with the Purple Lightning Frost Sword in Chen Hao's hand.

It was cut in two directly by Chen Hao's Purple Lightning Frost Sword.

"This..."

Looking at the broken sword in his hand, the man felt it was somewhat incredible.

"Who exactly are you?"

Chen Hao was so powerful, he must have a background.

"Who I am is none of your business. Since you dared to lay a hand on my people, you must have the awareness that you will be killed."

Saying this, Chen Hao stabbed with his sword.

"No... you can't kill me."

"My father is..."

The man's voice stopped abruptly.

Chen Hao stabbed the man to death with one sword strike.

He pulled out the longsword in his hand and said coldly: "I don't care who your father is."

Chen Hao turned his head to look at Zhou Shan.

As a result, he found Zhou Shan lying on the ground, not moving at all.

Chen Hao looked puzzled and walked over.

He subconsciously pushed Zhou Shan with his hand.

As a result, he found Zhou Shan's eyes wide open, with a deep wound on his neck.

Clearly, he had died with deep resentment.

The man's sword had just been held against Zhou Shan's neck.

Chen Hao's attack had made the man somewhat panicked.

In his panic, he had retracted his longsword, accidentally killing Zhou Shan.

"Brother, go in peace."

Chen Hao condensed a fireball in his right hand and threw it at Zhou Shan and the man.

After burning both of them, Chen Hao prepared to leave.

At this moment, in the jungle not far away.

A guy was cultivating inside a tent.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

"Not good, something happened to Yang'er."

The man rushed out of the tent quickly.

Before his underlings could react, he had already left.

The man's speed was very fast; he arrived at the place where Chen Hao had just fought.

His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, and he quickly discovered something unusual about the soil in one spot.

The man's right hand swung fiercely.

Instantly, he cleared away the dust in that spot, revealing the black ash underneath.

"Yang'er!!!"

Seeing that pile of ash, the man's eyes instantly split with rage.

"Who! Who exactly killed my Yang'er?"

The man loved his child very much; even if Mi Yang had turned to ash, he would still recognize him.

"I, Mi Gu, will definitely kill you with my own hands."

Mi Gu's nose sniffed, and he quickly caught a scent.

"That guy went this way."

Mi Gu chased in the direction Chen Hao had left.

On the road, Chen Hao frowned slightly.

For some reason, he always felt like someone was behind him.

But when he turned his head to look, he found nothing behind him.

"Could it be that my perception went wrong?"

"No!"

Chen Hao realized.

He began to run quickly, and before long, he arrived at the exit of the secret realm.

"I don't care who you are!"

Chen Hao turned his head to look at the forest behind him.

"I've left the secret realm, I don't believe you can still find me."

After speaking, Chen Hao stepped out of the secret realm.

Mi Gu had been chasing Chen Hao all the way.

As a result, when he reached a certain place, his perception suddenly cut off.

"Not good, that guy left this secret realm."

Mi Gu was so angry that he punched a large tree nearby; his terrifying fist broke the tree directly.

Chen Hao walked out of the secret realm.

He saw the old man who sold maps.

"How was it? Young man, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"My map was useful, right!"

The old man had a sense of "an old woman selling melons, praising her own wares."

"Yeah, thank you!"

"Alright, looking at you, things should be done."

"Since it's settled, hurry back."

"It's not very safe here."

"Okay."

Chen Hao set off on the road back.

He took a plane, left this country, and returned to the Dragon Kingdom.

Chen Hao rushed back to the Ability Bureau immediately.

He wanted to find Lu Fengfeng.

When Chen Hao arrived at Lu Fengfeng's office, he found it empty.

The computer was turned off; it looked like Lu Fengfeng had been gone for a while.

"Where did she go?"

Chen Hao understood Lu Fengfeng; if she had just gone out to buy food, the computer wouldn't be off.

Chen Hao took out his phone, preparing to call Lu Fengfeng.

As a result, he found Lu Fengfeng's phone was turned off.

"Big girl is beautiful, big girl is wild, big girl sits on a boat without an oar..."

Chen Hao noticed a guy not far away, humming a folk song while walking over.

"Xiao Ji, where is your sister?"

"You're asking about my sister?"

"She seems to have gone on a mission with Sister Wenjing and the others."

"Gone on a mission?"

Chen Hao immediately took out his phone and called Tian Wenjing.

As a result, just like Lu Fengfeng's, the phone was turned off.

"Do you know what mission they went on?"

"Don't know."

Lu Xiaoji shook his head.

Whoosh!

Just then, a figure appeared beside Chen Hao.

"Master!"

Lu Xiaoji was overjoyed to see the man in front of him.

The person who came was Wuyan.

Just like his name, he spoke very little.