Skillful Guard Chapter 1275

“Where is Qin Hai’s sword!”

Broken Blade questioned in a cold voice.

It even gave the impression that the death of the Jedi Blade was simply a trivial matter that was dispensable in his eyes.

What kind of person was the Jedi Blade?

His apprentice, even rumoured to be his illegitimate son, only to amaze the few men who reported back that this First Demi-God Master of the Nine Mysteries didn’t care, but instead was eager to know the whereabouts of the scimitar.

“This, it’s unclear at the moment.”

The subordinate replied cautiously.

The other man trembled in fear and lowered his head, not daring to breathe a word, and soon he felt a bitter killing intent falling on him. Find out immediately! I want to know exactly where that scimitar is!”

“Yes!”

The henchman hurriedly led the order and went away.

After he had left, Broken Blade took a deep breath.

There was naturally a reason why he was anxious to learn the whereabouts of the scimitar.

Not long ago he had received a message from an absolutely secret source.

It was about that scimitar of Qin Hai’s.

It came from Qin Huayang, and after his death it had been consecrated by the Pirate Alliance as a sacred sword, stolen by the first great thief Cliff four years ago, and then somehow fell into Qin Hai’s hands, but it was returned to its rightful owner, all of which could be traced, yet he knew more than that, there was more than that.

According to the secret, this sword should have the secret of Qin Hai’s master lineage on it!

The channel of information was run by him personally.

Even within the Nine Mysteries, he was not informed of it, so he trusted it.

In recent years he had been enlightening himself on the secrets of the heirloom seal, but had not succeeded at all. Finally, he felt that Qin Hai’s division should have some kind of doorway, and the secrets of the division of the Dragon Seeker lineage were too tempting, that might have the information to become a god directly, not wanting to leak this secret, Broken Blade had been trying to find a way to take Qin Hai’s scimitar without drawing attention to himself.

It just so happened that his disciple had returned from his dive and wanted a weapon, so it made sense for Broken Blade to go along with it and let his disciple do it.

He had been sending messages asking the Jedi Blade to come back immediately, but the news was like a stone sinking into the sea with no reply at all, and when he learned that the Jedi Blade had died today, he was naturally furious.

For the past three years.

He had almost always slept with the heirloom jade seal in his arms, just to become a god.

It had become a demon in his heart, and he himself was unaware of it, wanting only to ascend to the throne of God. At this time when there was a possible chance of missing it, he only wanted to take the scimitar over as soon as possible, so how could he be in the mood to care about the life or death of the Jedi sword?

“The blade is mine!” Broken Blade took a deep breath and said coldly, “Chen Long, better not let me know that it was you who snatched the scimitar, or I will make your life worse than death!”

He was grumpy now.

After trying hard to quell the anger in his heart.

He then returned to the secret room where he had been in retreat.

The Jade Seal of the Heirloom lay there quietly, just one glance at it showed the glory and power it once represented, it contained the power of a nation, but Broken Blade could not control it at all, and the one time he had the best chance, he suffered a backlash from the huge Qi luck, and it took him three months to recuperate as a result.

I don’t know how many times.

He was so desperate that he wanted to smash the Jade Stream.

But he couldn’t let go.

After all, it was one of the keys to his godhood.

He continued to study the jade seal this day, his brow furrowed and not allowed to be stretched, and yea for an unknown period of time, about a day or two, a slight movement came from outside the chamber and he put it down and came out of the bedroom.

The man who had previously arranged to investigate was standing there respectfully.

“How’s it going!”

Broken Blade asked in a cold voice.

The henchman was busy saying, “We haven’t found Cinnabar Dragon.”

Just said this.

He felt a burst of murderous energy and was frightened with cold sweat as he hurriedly said, “But intelligence information shows that Chen Long is indeed fleeing with Qin Hai’s scimitar, he was last seen on Peng Mountain, and must have fled Peng Hai by now, I have arranged for everyone to go out to look for him.”

Only then did Broken Blade calm down his killing intent, but the anger in his gaze remained unabated.

The scimitar was taken away by Chen Long.

Did this mean that Cinnabar Dragon also knew the secret of Qin Hai’s master lineage over the scimitar?

If it was known, Chen Long had to die!

Broken Blade did not want any extra people to know this secret.

He said in a deep voice, “Keep investigating! I want to get Cinnabar Dragon’s whereabouts in the shortest possible time, no matter what, either kill him or bring him back alive, I want to avenge Jedi Blade!”

“Yes!”

His men hurriedly retreated again.

And Broken Blade returned to the secret room to continue his research on the jade seal.

And at that moment.

In Penghai.

The small hill where the broken arm of the dragon was.

Qin Hai stood there quietly, looking into the distant night sky wondering what was going on. Not much time later a sibilant footstep came, seemingly walking on tiptoe, carefully, but the movement was still easy for him to catch.

“Oh dear, am I being spotted?”

A guttural and insane voice rang out.

The corners of Qin Hai’s mouth twitched under his mask.

This kind of nonsense was something that only Bai Jie liked to say.

The person who came was indeed Bai Jie.

He was still in a white suit, with large sungla*ses, still walking on padded feet, when he saw that Qin Hai was not paying attention to him, he hedged his mouth and smiled, again sneaking up, not knowing when there was an extra dagger in his hand, that murderous stance needed no more words.

“Do you want to kill me?” Qin Hai asked indifferently.

Without saying a word, Bai Jie threw the dagger away, licking his face and smiling heatedly, “I don’t know why this dagger is in my hand, you will surely believe me, right? Big Brother?”

“You’re getting more and more abnormal.” Qin Dahai said.

With a serious look on his face, Bai Jie shook his finger and said, “Big Brother, you can’t say things like that, in many senses you and I are the same kind of person, it’s just that we present different faces to the world, and the world is too stupid to discover the chaos that lurks beneath any face.”

“I am not the same as you.” Qin Hai said.

Bai Jie said, “Don’t be modest, we’re all too lonely, aren’t we? Why don’t I set up a candlelit dinner tonight and we’ll talk by candlelight? Oh, I’ll be very careful with my movements.”

Qin Hai took a deep breath.

He wanted to kill Bai Jie.

At the very least, he wanted to sew one of his mouths shut.

“You must want to sew my mouth shut, but I’ll say it anyway, I’m gentle and handsome.” Bai Jie chattered on and on.

Qin Hai’s eyes narrowed before he said, “You’d better keep your mouth shut or I’ll definitely put you in a loving orphanage, and believe me, I guarantee you’ll never like it there.”