The old man realized danger too late!
Qin Han Chu’s full-force strike came directly at him.
The old man hastily blocked, and with a crisp sound, his short blade was cut in half by Qin Han Chu.
As a mist of blood splashed out, the old man crashed to the ground.
Thus, only one enemy remained among the three!
"Kill them!" the old man, at the peak of the Grandmaster realm, roared in anger.
He never expected such heavy losses today!
Two late-stage Grandmasters were consecutively killed by Qin Han Chu.
And right in front of him!
This was an utter humiliation to him.
He wanted to kill Meng Qianqian and the other woman to enrage Qin Han Chu.
As long as Qin Han Chu lost his mind in anger, he would have a chance to turn the tide.
Hearing the old man’s voice, over a dozen black-clothed figures lunged towards Meng Qianqian and the other woman.
Meng Qianqian and the other woman widened their eyes in terror. They wanted to run, but it was too late.
Qin Han Chu, however, paid them no mind and charged directly at his opponent.
The old man had expected Qin Han Chu to save Meng Qianqian and the other woman, but he didn't expect Qin Han Chu to be so indifferent.
Qin Han Chu arrived in an instant, his short blade attacking ferociously.
At this very moment, those black-clothed figures had reached Meng Qianqian and the other woman.
Bang bang!
Meng Qianqian and the other woman thought they were going to die.
But to their surprise, the black-clothed figures in front of them fell one after another.
Not just the black-clothed figures in front of them, but even those further away were falling one after another.
As they wondered what was happening, they felt dizzy and then lost consciousness.
While being surrounded, Qin Han Chu had secretly released a poisonous gas.
This poison gas had no effect on Grandmaster realm experts, but these lowly minions could not withstand it.
The entire battle was under Qin Han Chu’s control.
It was precisely because he had everything under control that he wouldn't be distracted by Meng Qianqian and the other woman.
"What deep scheming!"
Seeing all his subordinates fall, the old man roared.
"Have you thought of your last words?"
As the words fell, a blade force, as if tangible, slashed down.
"Break!"
The old man unleashed his full power to resist Qin Han Chu!
Rumble!
The terrifying explosion was deafening, and the fearsome surge of energy spread out in waves.
The old man’s protective aura immediately collapsed under Qin Han Chu’s attack.
The old man’s figure was forced to retreat uncontrollably!
At this moment, Qin Han Chu had already caught up.
His short blade lunged towards the old man’s vital points.
The old man’s gaze was heavy as he quickly brandished his weapon to block.
Bang!
Due to his advanced age, the old man’s legs and feet clearly couldn’t keep up with Qin Han Chu’s rhythm.
After dozens of lightning-fast exchanges, Qin Han Chu landed a punch on the old man's chest.
Pfft!
The old man spat out blood and stumbled back repeatedly.
Qin Han Chu did not stop his assault.
The moment the old man retreated, his attack followed.
The old man, enduring the pain of his surging qi and blood, desperately defended!
However, heavily injured, he could no longer keep up with Qin Han Chu’s offensive.
Qin Han Chu’s short blade repeatedly sliced at the old man.
The old man’s protective aura was directly torn apart, and the blade left bloody marks on his body.
The pain from the wounds made the old man cry out. At this moment, he didn’t even have the ability to fight back.
Blood stained his gray robe red. Qin Han Chu’s short blade rested at the old man's throat.
"What is the Sun Temple?" Qin Han Chu asked.
The old man’s face was deathly pale from the pain. He gritted his teeth and chuckled, "The Sun Temple will not let you go. You won't be so lucky next time!"
Qin Han Chu swung his arm, and the blade sliced across the old man’s throat!
Casually tossing the short blade to the ground, Qin Han Chu called Ji Huairou.
Less than half an hour later, the Pacification Army from Lijiang City arrived in a hurry.
"Your subordinate, Wan Hu, pays respects to the Marquis of Victory!" the commander of the Pacification Army respectfully saluted.
"Imprison these unconscious black-clothed figures and do not give them any chance to commit suicide!"
Qin Han Chu commanded.
Under Wan Hu's orders, all the black-clothed figures were taken away.
As for Meng Qianqian and the other woman, they were sent to the hospital.
Qin Han Chu ignored them and went directly to the Pacification Army’s training ground.
On the training ground, foreign men and women were tied to iron pillars.
"Marquis, poison sacs were found in their teeth and have all been removed," Wan Hu said as he rushed to meet Qin Han Chu.
Qin Han Chu nodded. "Have your men all withdraw. I will talk to them myself."
Wan Hu did not ask further questions and led his men away.
After the Pacification Army left, Qin Han Chu surveyed the members of the Sun Temple and said, "Who is willing to educate me about the Sun Temple? Those willing to answer me can nod now."
These people all had their mouths gagged with towels, so they couldn't speak.
That was why Qin Han Chu asked them to nod.
Unfortunately, no one nodded.
Qin Han Chu said nothing more and turned to leave the training ground.
He was gone for three days.
During these three days, these people received not a drop of water or a grain of rice.
Even though they were ninth-rank martial artists, their faces were already pale.
Besides hunger and thirst, they also had to endure the scorching sun.
On this day, Qin Han Chu entered with a hamburger and cola.
Everyone looked eagerly at the cola and hamburger in Qin Han Chu's hands.
Qin Han Chu smiled and said, "Is anyone willing to speak? Whoever can enlighten me, I will give them food and water, and then let them depart this world without suffering."
This time, still, no one spoke.
They intended to starve themselves to death.
Unfortunately, their plan was too naive.
An hour later, bags of glucose were infused into their bodies.
With the nutrition from the glucose, they wouldn't starve to death.
However, the feeling of hunger and thirst remained unabated.
As time passed, the sensation of hunger relentlessly assaulted their will.
Two days later, Qin Han Chu entered with a chicken leg and mineral water.
He smiled and asked, "Still not talking?"
After asking, Qin Han Chu turned to leave.
Just then, one person weakly struggled.
"You want to speak?" Qin Han Chu asked.
The person nodded vigorously.
Qin Han Chu smiled and walked over to him, saying, "Don't think of biting your tongue to commit suicide. With me here, you can't die even if you rip out your tongue."
After speaking, Qin Han Chu removed the towel from the person's mouth.
Qin Han Chu unscrewed the mineral water and brought it to the person's lips.
The person drank the water greedily, like a thirsty fish.
Seeing this scene, the others' eyes were filled with envy and struggle.
After giving this person a few sips of water, Qin Han Chu placed the chicken leg by his mouth.
Having drunk water and eaten the chicken leg, the person finally regained some strength.
"Speak!" Qin Han Chu said.
"The Sun Temple is a branch of the Heavenly God Hall, and the Heavenly God Hall is a super force comparable to the Dragon Gate."
"A thousand years ago, the Heavenly God Hall and the Dragon Gate engaged in a bloody war."
"In this battle, the Dragon Gate won narrowly."
"As the defeated party, we naturally went into hiding."
"That's all. You can kill me now."
The person said weakly.