Wu Ge found it laughable.
What he feared most was Qin Hao using the Primordial Feathered Wings to escape. After all, Qin Hao had merely given them a casual flap and flown straight out of the Palace.
His speed was so great that even Wu Ge found it unbelievable.
Yet Qin Hao said he had no intention of fleeing. He even threatened Wu Ge, claiming Wu Ge would be the one unable to leave.
To Wu Ge, Qin Hao plainly had no idea how close he was to death. Two years ago, Wu Ge had already knocked him into a Spatial Rift.
And now?!
"You can try." Qin Hao's expression had gone calm.
"Try?"
Wu Ge paused, then laughed in anger. "Qin Hao, you haven't improved much in other respects these past two years, but your mouth has certainly grown bolder. In that case..."
A sharp gleam flashed through Wu Ge's eyes. He sneered. "Qin Hao, do you dare fight me openly, one on one? Just the two of us, with no one else interfering. Of course..."
"You can't use the Primordial Feathered Wings, either!"
Wu Ge spoke that last sentence one word at a time. The speed granted by the Primordial Feathered Wings was terrifying; even he was wary of it.
Everyone present froze at his words.
Wu Ge had actually proposed a one-on-one duel? And his condition was that Qin Hao could not use the Primordial Feathered Wings.
At first glance, it seemed absurd. Now that Qin Hao had the Primordial Feathered Wings, how could he possibly agree not to use them?
"If you're looking to die, I can oblige." The gold-and-gray wings on Qin Hao's back fluttered gently. His tone remained calm.
"What?" Qin Hao answered so quickly that no one around them had time to react.