I'm letting you win over the female lead, not conquering cities and territories!

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

Accompanied by a chilling hissing sound, a ghastly green poisonous mist erupted from the cracks in the surrounding walls, instantly engulfing the entire underground bunker.

"Ahem... Husband, this cigarette..."

The garrison commander's wife coughed twice, her eyes filled with terror.

"Don't panic, madam, quickly eat this!"

Zhao De hurriedly pulled a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out two dark pills, swallowed one himself, and quickly stuffed it into his wife's mouth.

After taking the antidote, the panic on Zhao De's face vanished, replaced by a morbid ecstasy and triumph.

Through the dense green poisonous barrier, he stared intently at Qin Hao, who was trapped in the very center, and burst into unrestrained laughter. His voice echoed throughout the enclosed basement, sounding particularly jarring.

"Hahahaha! Kid, so what if you're a master of martial arts? You still fell for my trap!"

This is "Azure Dew Powder," which I obtained from the Southern Frontier at great expense! It's the most potent poison in the Miao region!

Zhao De sneered with a ferocious expression:

"If even a wisp of this poisonous gas is inhaled, even a martial arts master will immediately have his internal energy dissipate and his internal organs turn into pus and blood!"

This is my last trump card for you! Just obediently turn into a pool of blood in this poisonous gas!

however.

Faced with the terrifying poisonous gas that enveloped the entire room, Qin Hao did not collapse in agony and bleed from his seven orifices as Zhao De had predicted.

He simply stood there quietly, without even covering his mouth and nose, and even smiled calmly at Zhao De through the pale green smoke.

"Keep pretending! Keep pretending!"

Zhao De scoffed dismissively, arms crossed, "Let's see how long you can hold out!"

Zhao De stood at the edge of the poison gas, waiting to witness Qin Hao's tragic death from the poison.

However, time passed by, second by second.

A few minutes passed...

A quarter of an hour passed...

The green toxic gas in the sealed room was so concentrated that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

However, the man standing in the very center of the poison gas remained as upright as a pine tree.

Not only did it turn into pus and blood, but his breathing rate didn't even change in the slightest!

The incredibly potent Miao poison, upon contact with Qin Hao's skin, vanished instantly, like ice and snow meeting a raging fire.

"This...how is this possible?!"

Zhao De's maniacal laughter froze completely, his legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and extreme terror, as if he had seen a ghost, surged in his eyes.

"You...how are you unharmed?! This is a rare poison from Miao territory! What kind of monster are you?!"

Zhao De screamed in a broken voice, staggering backward until his back pressed firmly against the cold wall.

"monster?"

In the poisonous fog, Qin Hao slowly took a step.

The Qi and blood of his Pure Yang Holy Body circulated like a furnace, and its supreme Yang and strong power naturally restrained all the evil and filth in the world.

This so-called Miao-style rare poison was nothing more than a cheap cigarette to him.

"So this was your last resort?"

As Qin Hao walked, he shook his head, his tone full of disappointed contempt.

"I thought you were going to pull out some earth-shattering weapon, but it's really... unsurprisingly boring."

The moment the words left his mouth, Qin Hao's eyes turned cold!

boom--!

The bluestone floor tiles beneath Qin Hao's feet shattered with a deafening roar! He was like a cannonball launched from a gun, instantly piercing through the thick poisonous gas and appearing right in front of Zhao De!

There was no drawing of a sword, nor any fancy moves.

Qin Hao unified his waist and stance, gathering all the unparalleled physical power of the [Pure Yang Holy Body] into his right fist, took a step forward, gathered his strength, and suddenly unleashed a powerful punch!

"No--!"

Zhao De let out a desperate scream.

"Pfft—!!!"

A muffled thud that sent chills down your spine.

Qin Hao's fist, as big as a sandbag, was like a heavy battering ram that could destroy everything. It directly and brutally shattered Zhao De's sternum, piercing through his chest and exiting through his back!

Blood, broken bones, and shattered pieces of internal organs sprayed onto the iron gate behind them like raindrops!

"Cluck...cluck..."

Zhao De's bloodshot eyes widened, and bloody foam mixed with fragments of internal organs kept gushing from his mouth.

He looked down in disbelief at the horrific bloody hole in his chest, then looked at Qin Hao, who seemed like a demon god, with extreme resentment.

Until his death, he never understood what kind of being he had provoked.

Qin Hao withdrew his blood-soaked right arm expressionlessly.

"thump."

Zhao De's burly body collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud, completely dead.

At that moment, the wife of the garrison commander, who witnessed her husband being punched through the chest, was stunned for a second.

According to the typical female-oriented romance drama scripts where characters "follow each other to the death," she should be weeping bitterly over her husband's corpse at this moment, or pulling out her hairpin and wanting to fight Qin Hao to the death.

However, something truly unexpected happened.

The young woman didn't shed a single tear, nor did she even glance at the still-warm corpse on the ground.

Without hesitation, her knees buckled, and she knelt down in front of Qin Hao with a thud.

"Well done, sir! Well done!"

The woman begged for mercy frantically, yet she also clapped her hands in delight.

"To be honest, I've long disliked this corrupt official who preys on the people and embezzles public funds! His death today at your hands, hero, is truly a just act of justice, and he deserves to die!"

While praising Qin Hao in an extremely flattering tone, she casually tugged at her already thin silk nightgown.

Large swathes of snow-white skin and her alluring curves were faintly visible in the dim light.

She tilted her head back, her large, watery eyes fixed on Qin Hao's handsome and resolute face.

She was trying her best to exude the charm of a mature woman, as if she wanted to cling tightly to this "new support" that could save her life.

"Oh? Interesting."

Qin Hao flicked the blood off his hands, casually pinched the woman's pointed chin, and teased her from above:

"Weren't you just calling me 'husband' so affectionately?"

Your deadbeat husband even dared to open the city gates for you.

How could you give in so easily?

Seeing that Qin Hao seemed "interested", the woman was overjoyed and even followed Qin Hao's hand, wrapping herself around him like a water snake.

"Sir, you're joking!"

The woman teased her ex-husband on the ground in a coquettish voice.

"My relationship with that guy surnamed Zhao was just a fling; there was no real affection between us!"

"How can he, a mere old man, compare to your bravery and prowess, sir?"

She rubbed her voluptuous body against Qin Hao's arm, whispering sweetly in his ear:

"As long as you don't mind, I'm ready to be your secret lover anytime."

"However you wish to play, I'll play along with you..."