Everyone was stupefied as they looked towards the sky, unaware of what had just transpired.
Qin Hao didn't even spare a glance for the sky, his expression calm, as he indifferently said, "Wait until I finish healing."
The newcomer was formidable, a young man dressed in silver armor, looking exceptionally heroic with a pair of captivating eyes fixed on Qin Hao.
Seeing Qin Hao respond in such a manner, the young man immediately grew angry.
He held himself in high regard, having heard of Qin Hao's reputation as soon as he emerged into the world, and so, he sought to challenge Qin Hao at the first opportunity.
What he hadn't expected was that Qin Hao simply did not care, exhibiting an air of nonchalance.
This infuriated him, giving rise to a feeling of being insulted.
"Healing?"
He sneered, and with a slap, his hand moved towards the crowd.
A surge of Divine Power materialized a light palm tens of feet in size, descending upon the crowd.
