Looking at Gu Dinglin's corpse, its eyes still open in death, Qin Hao shook his head slightly. "One may survive calamity sent by heaven, but not calamity of one's own making."
"Collect."
As for Gu Dinglin,
Qin Hao had not initially wanted to kill him.
But while Qin Hao had not gone looking for trouble with Gu Dinglin,
Gu Dinglin had come looking for trouble with him, even launching a sneak attack during Qin Hao's decisive battle with Wu Ge.
After that,
how could Qin Hao possibly let him go?
Qin Hao would never release a tiger back into the mountains.
After all, if you cut the weeds without pulling up the roots, they will grow again when the Spring Breeze blows.
Without hesitation, Qin Hao waved his right hand, drew over every Storage Star Ring Gu Dinglin carried, and tossed them all into the Supreme Sword Tower without looking.
"One last person. Qing Muli."
Qin Hao turned his gaze toward Qing Muli in the distance.
At that moment, two powerful members of the Demon Race stood beside Qing Muli.
One was a Half-Step Sovereign.
The other was at Peak Limit Creation.
The Half-Step Sovereign was Yuan Ling, a prodigy of the Demon Race, while the other was a veteran Demon Race expert of formidable strength.
But the two had one thing in common.
Both had been gravely wounded by Qin Hao's sword strike.
Their Life Divine Power had fallen drastically.
Now,
as Qin Hao's gaze shifted toward them, the expressions of Qing Muli, Yuan Ling, and the veteran Demon Race expert all changed.
Fear surged endlessly in their hearts.
"Qin Hao killed Gu Xinglan and Gu Dinglin."
"It's over! We're finished! Qin Hao has the Primordial Feathered Wings. We can't even escape."
"Sovereign Qing Muli, what do we do