"The weak would always be weak."
In the starry sky, Lord Zhiyuan's enormous fist continued toward Qin Hao. It seemed impossibly slow, yet it pierced straight through space.
Lord Zhiyuan shook his head slightly, his expression indifferent. "So what if you achieved Slaying a Five-Tribulation Sovereign? Qin Hao, you're still only a Half-Step Sovereign."
"Truth be told... I rather admire you. I had no wish to make an enemy of you, but of all the things you could have done, you dared to kill Lord Zhuyou."
"Since you achieved Slaying Lord Zhuyou, you must be buried with my junior disciple brother. And not just you—your wife, your children, and the entire True Martial Continent must be buried with him."
Lord Zhiyuan's tone remained flat. He was neither surprised by Qin Hao's second sword strike nor inclined to take it seriously.
"Is that so?" Qin Hao's voice was just as flat. "If that's how you see things, why fight back when I try to kill you now?"
Lord Zhiyuan froze, then his face darkened slightly. "It was your good fortune that my junior disciple brother wanted to kill you. Dying by his hand would have been an honor."
"A pity. Killing you would only dirty my sword."
Qin Hao showed no fear.
"You're courting death!" Anger flashed in Lord Zhiyuan's eyes. Whoosh! His descending fist suddenly accelerated, closing to within ten thousand meters of Qin Hao.
"You're the one courting death." Qin Hao sneered. Anyone could make grand, high-sounding speeches, but Qin Hao saw the truth as clearly as a mirror.
Boom!
The moment he finished speaking, the many attribute World Powers in Qin Hao's sword strike erupted completely. Unlike when he had achieved Slaying many Five-Tribulation Sovereigns, this time he drew on them with all his strength.
He mobilized every