"Xuan Seventy-One is dead?"
Qin Hao felt dizzy, and the scene of his first meeting with Xuan Seventy-One surfaced unbidden in his mind.
Back then, Qin Hao had only just arrived in the Kindling Realm.
After challenging the Heavenly Law Tower, he had met Xuan Seventy-One.
At the time, Qin Hao had felt little toward Xuan Seventy-One and had even harbored a trace of wariness.
But as they spent more time together, Qin Hao realized that Xuan Seventy-One was clearly a warmhearted person.
Even when it came to sparring, Xuan Seventy-One frequently sparred with him.
And that was not all.
Xuan Seventy-One often discussed secret arts with him as well. Even the approach to creating a low-rank perfect secret art had come from Xuan Seventy-One.
But now...
That young man with the scar on his face, who was always chattering away and had such a cheerful disposition, was dead?
Buzzzz!!!
After a moment of stunned silence, a towering surge of killing intent erupted from Qin Hao.
Even the Self-World within him involuntarily burst forth in its entirety at that instant.
With a hum, the Self-World enveloped a vast area around Qin Hao!
"Xuan Fifty-Two!"
"Dong Jianhong!"
Qin Hao's eyes reddened as he ground his teeth.
How could he not know Xuan Fifty-Two? How could he not be familiar with him?
He had met Xuan Fifty-Two because of Xuan Seventy-One.
In the past.
Qin Hao had known neither Xuan Seventy-One's name nor Xuan Fifty-Two's.
Only now did he learn that Xuan Seventy-One was named Lan Zancheng.
Xuan Fifty-Two was Dong Jianhong!
Yet Dong Jianhong, a Daoist Seed of the Kindling Realm, had actually betrayed the Myriad Races, betrayed the cultivators, and betrayed his own brother...
And caused Lan Zancheng's death!
"Damn him! Damn him! Damn him!"
Intense killing intent welled up