"What do you mean, 'you'!?"
Qin Hao continued, "She chose this herself. Stop comforting yourself by thinking she's enduring humiliation to learn skills for your future together, okay?"
"Y-you... pfft..."
Fang Chang couldn't hold it in any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
He'd thought that after taking a ton of critical hits last time, he'd built up some resistance. But he'd still underestimated the destructive power of White Moonlight. He couldn't withstand this attack, soft as a whisper in his ear.
"Holy crap, is this his second life!?"
The professional team stared in dumbfounded amazement, and a resounding "holy crap" rose in their hearts.
They'd originally thought Qin Hao was the Qin family's one-of-a-kind flower, but they hadn't expected him to say something like that. It also reminded them of Master San Nong's assessment of Qin Hao.
Even if a cotton ball sprang out of a foul ditch, it would still carry a stench.
"You good-for-nothing!!"
Seeing how useless Fang Chang was, Long Aotian immediately charged at Qin Hao with his spear, furious.
Rumble!!
The Immortal Emperor's vast aura surged unchecked, turning into a gale that howled between heaven and earth.
Then the High-grade Immortal Spear in Long Aotian's hand burst with dazzling five-colored radiance. Golden Runes flashed and leaped across it, making the whole world tremble violently.
"Come on!!"
Qin Hao wasn't the least bit intimidated. His aura roiled around him.
Rumble!!
A deafening boom rang out as Immortal Qi between heaven and earth began to boil.
Then it surged madly toward Qin Hao. Endless thunder sprang up around him, and behind him appeared Qiangliang, one of the ancestral witches: a tiger's head on a man's body, four hooves, long elbows, snakes in his mouth and hands, his entire form wrapped in lightning,