Qin Hao's face revealed a mocking smile. He swept his gaze over the members of the Heavenly Eye Clan, sneering, "Are you angry? Come hit me then. In the Martial Saint Realm, all of you can gang up together. I alone can take on your group, saving me time."
These words only served to enrage the powerhouses of the Heavenly Eye Clan even further.
They were incomparably proud, regarded as kings among their peers.
This was a race truly born for battle, renowned since Ancient Times.
Now, to have someone provocatively suggest taking them all on alone was something they could not tolerate.
"You are too presumptuous. It seems I'll have to let the young warriors of my Heavenly Eye Clan teach a lesson to our friend Qin Ming," Yang Bin's face gradually turned cold, not a trace of a smile to be found, his voice carrying a hint of chill.
"Too much nonsense."
That was Qin Hao's response, he really couldn't be bothered with all the chatter.
