"Enough with your tricks. If you were from the God Race, why would you steal from our clan, taking our young master's treasured robe and weapon?"
The two Qin Family elders were suspicious and startled, but Li Hao had not frightened them. They shouted sternly, though their words still probed for the truth.
"He offended me. Naturally, I wasn't going to show mercy."
Li Hao spoke with a deliberately arrogant air.
"Whether you're from the God Race or the Ghost Clan, once I twist your head off, I'll see exactly what you are!"
Qin Tianchen could not be bothered to waste any more words or investigate Li Hao's identity. His younger brother had died horribly, and he wanted only to kill Li Hao to vent his rage.
Thinking that some Divine Name he had never heard of could intimidate a prodigy of the Ancient Wilderness was what was truly laughable.
With a whoosh, he struck abruptly. His figure had only just taken a step, its afterimage still lingering, when his actual body arrived before Li Hao in an instant, bearing a fierce attack.
He thrust out a palm straight at Li Hao's head.
Li Hao froze briefly, his eyes narrowing sharply as he lashed out with a slash of sword light.
Bang!
Sword Qi erupted, pouring onto Qin Tianchen's palm like a silver dragon.
Qin Tianchen's palm resembled precious glazed jade. When the sword light struck, it flowed as smoothly as water, as though the blade could not touch it. There was something of the Supreme Body about it.
The blade slid past, while his palm continued straight toward Li Hao's face.
Li Hao immediately unleashed the codex's pressure. His eyes flared wide, and a wave of intimidating killing intent surged out.
Roar!
It was like a tiger's roar crashing