Supreme Emperor of Swords

Chapter 395 The Saint Son of Falling Star

“Who is it? Come out!” Ding Hao shouted loudly.

“Jie Jie Jie... Anyone who is able to block my Steel Flying Awn Needles are not so poor in strength... However, if you want to be an existence standing side by side with us, the head of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect is a dotage,” A bleak voice sounded in the whole pub. It was erratic and unpredictable. Nobody was sure where the speaker was.

The attacker obviously possessed a very clever stealth-attack technique.

The strength of that man, who could hide from so many young masters and enter the pub hall, was really unpredictable. Not until the moment when he made a move did Ding Hao and the other people notice him. Only people from a Sect in all the Snow Province could have that covert method—

The Falling Star Sect.

Ding Hao sneered and said, “Mean creature hiding your head and tail, show yourself.”

Before he had finished his words, a cold white air appeared around him. In the next moment, hundreds of crystal clear snowflakes suddenly condensed. Each snowflake was half the size of a child’s arm, just like the most beautiful artwork in the world. However, their edges were like thin and sharp blades; the piercing hexagonal awl-like needle points projected a cold death aura.

Those snowflakes, like charming snow elves, whirled rapidly around Ding Hao, leaving strips of white illusion in the air.

Ding Hao’s voice hadn’t completely disappeared; hundreds of white elves burst out like bright meteors across the night sky, dancing in a graceful and uncertain track. Like a big sky net thrown out, they sealed almost every corner of the hall, finally converging towards the upper center point. The sharp whistling sound almost deafened people.

The younger superiors like Dao Qingcheng, Feng Xingyue, and Lei Tingchan were all sitting quietly in their seats.

They seemed to be indifferent to what had happened. In fact, they were a little curious about Ding Hao, a young superior who had suddenly risen and had stood with them side by side. Those young masters were also curious to know whether or not Ding Hao was a flattered blockhead, maintaining an outward show for the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, or he was a promising and competent young man.

As soon as the ice crystal snowflakes went out, everyone was a little surprised.

It was not surprising that the ice crystal snowflakes were condensed in an instant. What was amazing was that Ding Hao could control hundreds of snowflakes with such accuracy simultaneously. They were flying like floating lights in the hall, but they did not touch any tables and chairs; they didn’t even get within the area of three meters where other people were sitting or standing, either... That could only be achieved by a very powerful divine sense and an exquisite skill of divine sense dispersion.

With that skill alone, Ding Hao could be regarded as a great talent.

Someone had started to look at Ding Hao secretly.

In the next moment, a scream was heard in the air, and ripples like water lines in the transparent air appeared. A fuzzy figure began to show up under the encirclement of snow ice crystals. Every time the ice crystals and snowflakes hit each other, the figure became clearer. At the end, more than fifty ice crystals and snowflakes were left; a small, thin and slightly back-bent dwarflike man appeared above the hall.

“The Saint Son of Falling Star!”

Someone exclaimed in the crowd outside when he saw the man.

Before the exclamation was over, the man fell on his back while his eyes were round and his face was frightened. The man died. Nobody knew when a bloody steel-needle sized hole appeared between the man’s eyebrows, and blood beads were slowly dripping from the hole. A woman next to him, apparently his wife, cried loudly after a moment’s astonishment.

“Well, you’re acting recklessly and blindly, and how dare you call my name?”

Surrounded by the ice crystal snowflakes, the Saint Son of the Falling Star sneered. Obviously, he took a sudden action and killed that man just because the man called his name unconsciously out of surprise. The Saint Son of Falling Star was scheming with a strong killing nature. It was really horrible.

But only those who knew him very well understood that the killing was actually directed at Ding Hao.

What really made the Saint Son of Falling Star angry was that Ding Hao was sitting without taking any action, and he saw through his invisibility with ease. That man was a bit unlucky. In such a situation, just because he said something wrong, he became a poor alternative for the Saint Son of Falling Star to vent his anger.

Ding Hao was slightly angry so that the ice crystals were strangled and icing air burst out.

The Saint Son of Falling Star laughed. With a banging sound, he transformed himself into the black fog of nothingness. At the moment when the ice crystal encircled him, he escaped. He flashed and landed on the ground. He went to an empty table near Ding Hao. With a jie-jie laughter, his killing intent burst out.

“I’ll kill you,” said Ding Hao, word for word.

The hatred was deep between the Falling Star Sect and the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Apart from the one-eyed man encounter while in the ancient sect relics in the Western Rock Mountain Range, superiors from the Falling Star Sect had tried to kill Ding Hao secretly many times. At the fight in the Sword-hidden Peak, the Bloody-hand Butcher and Black Inflammation had also aimed at Ding Hao. Ding Hao had a killing intent for a long time. Furthermore, the Falling Star Sect had been standing in the Snow Province for its assassination. In order to plunder treasures, it had killed countless innocent people with various means and so, it was really a malignant tumor and it should have been eradicated.

Once the Saint Son of Falling Star showed up, he would take action with an intention to kill Ding Hao secretly. There was a life-and-death fight pending, between them.

“Kill me?” the Saint Son of Falling Star sneered as he spoke. His dwarven figure with a dry face and small green eyes made him ineffably ugly and ferocious. He said, “Too many people want to kill me, but they have the same fate. I have cut them into pieces and leave them to soak in wine. Oh, let me figure out how many people have been killed by me, one, two, three ... Come on, they are too many to be counted. Little kid, you won’t be the last one.”

Ding Hao sneered and ignored him.

If it weren’t for the weird atmosphere in the pub that day, and the many young superiors’ unclear purpose, Ding Hao would have attempted to kill that dwarf at the moment.

“I have intended to kill this dwarf for a long time, but he’s like a loach so that it’s not easy to catch,” Dao Qingcheng reminded Ding Hao. “Be careful. What you see now is just his appearance after being disguised. The next time when you see him, he might be a handsome man... The disguising and hiding skills of the Falling Star Sect are outstanding in all of the Snow Province.”

Ding Hao nodded and remembered what he said.

In the information collected by the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, there was more about the Saint Son of Falling Star. Its brief mentioned that the person had many incarnations; he came and went like a shadow so that few people knew what his true face was.

“Are all the people of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect so arrogant and domineering? If they want to kill somebody, will they kill him as they wish?” A mocking voice suddenly came from the outside. A young man in a Confucian robe walked out of the crowd, looking a bit down. He had a bristly unshaven chin. His white Confucian robe was full of stains. He was carrying a long rusty sword on his shoulder. His entrance was with his feet floating. When he entered the door, he almost fell over the threshold.

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