"Hmph, petty tricks!"
Qin Hao looked at the shadow on the ground and scoffed disdainfully. Then, like lightning, his right foot stomped fiercely on the ground to his left!
"Ah—!!"
A suppressed cry of pain rang out, and as Qin Hao's foot came down, a hand clutching a dagger suddenly appeared on what had seemed an empty floor!
It turned out the shadow in front was just a decoy; the real lethal strike was the Dog Disciple, hiding like a viper, ready to stab from the side.
The Dog Disciple was adept at assassination skills, using bizarre techniques endlessly, making him quite troublesome.
Qin Hao's foot fell on the Dog Disciple's hand, feeling a mass of slippery soft flesh struggling under his foot, only for the hand to slip away directly.
Qin Hao's expression instantly became serious again. It seemed his injuries were worse than he had imagined!
His recent stomp hadn't even utilized a tenth of his usual strength.
