"Netherworld is too weak; it couldn't hold me," Qin Hao revealed with a smile.
Yang Bin took the sensing seriously, and suddenly said, "He hasn't been sent to Netherworld; there's not even a trace of Netherworld aura on him."
So that's how it was, Yang Hong finally realized.
He stared at Qin Hao, his expression somewhat unwilling.
After a long while, Yang Hong finally sighed, "I lost."
As these words came out, a tsunami-like cheer erupted from the surroundings.
Yang Bin's face burned with embarrassment; moments ago, he had claimed that their Heavenly Eye Clan was invincible—now, in the blink of an eye, he had been proven wrong.
His gaze turned dark. Even with great pretense, he couldn't hide his emotions, looking at Qin Hao with a frightening intent to kill.
God harrumphed coldly, resonating through heaven and earth.
This was a reminder for Yang Bin, which immediately sent a chill through his heart.
