Qin Hao wore a playful smile on his face as he stared at Yang Hong, a look that Yang Hong found quite irritating.
He was a genius, a true genius, lofty and exalted. Who had ever looked at him with such a gaze?
Others always looked at him with respect and awe.
"Kill."
Yang Hong exploded into action, his spear trembling as he thrust it forward with more ferocity than before.
The heaven and earth moved with his assault, a terrible pressure enveloping Qin Hao.
Yang Hong came with the momentum of heaven and earth, a fearsome sight. Even in the Secret Realm Ninth Layer Heaven, spirits were perturbed; they had a feeling that facing this spear, they could not possibly dodge. Their only fate was to be struck down.
Many people held their breath; they did not know if Qin Hao could withstand the attack.
Qin Hao stood in the void, a faint smile on his face. Amid shocked gazes, he swung his hand down like a heavenly blade, sharp and fierce, clashing with the spear.
"Clang."
