Qin Hao had just flipped over to hide behind the bed, and just as he slipped in, he heard the sound of sonic booms in the air, dense as raindrops, pounding down. In just one second, the bed where Qin Hao had been lying was already covered with sharp flying knives about two inches long.
This shower of flying knives shot down like an intense rain of pear blossom needles, missing its target, while Qin Hao hid behind the bed in the middle of healing his injuries. Suddenly interrupted, he felt his qi and blood surge, and all the strength in his body rushed to his head, threatening to burst the blood vessels in his head.
In a moment of desperation, Qin Hao let out a fierce yell, then grasped the bottom of the bed with both hands. With a reverse grip, he flipped the heavy wooden bed up, aiming straight for the window!
