As the Flamefire Realm Master's disciple.
The raging flames throughout the World of Fire could not harm Qin Hao at all.
If Qin Hao entered the flames, he could bring the Lord of Nightmares out.
Unfortunately.
Qin Hao paid no heed to the Lord of Nightmares' pleas for mercy.
"Hahahaha..."
Seeing that he had no way to survive, the Lord of Nightmares burst into wild laughter, as though he had lost his mind.
Qin Hao raised an eyebrow and looked at the Lord of Nightmares coldly.
A dying struggle. Nothing more.
"To think that I, a mighty Three-Tribulation Sovereign, would fall here."
The Lord of Nightmares found it pitiful, but that feeling soon vanished, replaced by hatred. "Qin Hao, you'll die. You'll certainly die!"
"Don't think killing me means you'll survive just because the Flamefire Realm Master and True Lord Lianyun protect you."
"The Primordial Feathered Wings aren't yours to keep. Even setting aside the Star Sea Myriad Races, people within the Human Race will covet them. And besides..."
"You've shown far too much of your edge! The Star Sea Myriad Races won't tolerate you! The Star Sea will never allow a genius of such monstrous talent to exist. Just wait..."
"Countless Sovereigns will come to kill you. As long as you live, you'll spend every day under the shadow of assassination."
The Lord of Nightmares roared madly.
His aura grew weaker and weaker, and his figure began to waver, as though he might dissipate at any moment.
Qin Hao listened without the slightest change in his expression.
Assassination, ambushes, pursuit?
How could Qin Hao not know what awaited him?
But would he care?
The moment he obtained the Primordial Feathered Wings, Qin Hao had prepared himself.
As for the Lord of Nightmares...
He had said all that solely to