"Not bad."
Qin Hao noticed this from afar and nodded. Ba Yan was a half-step Ancestral God, after all. Powerful though his World Sword was, it could not kill him outright.
Severing one of his legs was already an excellent result!
"Not bad?" Qin Hao had not spoken loudly, but with Ba Yan's cultivation, he still heard every word clearly. In an instant, fury surged through him once more.
"Brat, you truly deserve to die."
Ba Yan's voice had calmed, but the killing intent within his words was more terrifying than ever.
It had been a long time!
A very, very long time had passed since Ba Yan had last tasted injury.
Even in his battle against Ouyang Jin and the others on the Panlong Mountain battlefield, Ba Yan had not been injured.
Yet now, he had suffered such a crushing setback at the hands of Qin Hao, a mere half-step Eternal True God.
"Die!!!"
Ba Yan roared, savagely slashing his warblade toward Qin Hao.
He slashed again and again!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three slashes came hurtling straight at him.
Ba Yan's eyes brimmed with malevolence. The fury in his heart was easy to imagine.
His wife was dead.
And even he had been wounded by Qin Hao.
Ba Yan wanted nothing more than to grind Qin Hao's bones to ash, swallow him alive, and flay him raw!
At that moment, demonic qi blocked Qin Hao's path ahead, while Ba Yan's three slashes came from behind...
There was nowhere to dodge!
"Die, die! Brat, you're dead this time!"
Ba Yan had gone berserk.
"Hmm?"
Qin Hao narrowed his eyes, somewhat surprised. He had not expected Ba Yan to unleash three such terrifying slashes even after losing a leg. Their might was no weaker than before.
"Go!"
Qin Hao paid no