Qin Hao said nothing, merely staring coldly at Dong Jianhong.
Dong Jianhong's eyes were still red, and his expression had grown somewhat savage. "If I die, then everything is over."
"As long as I'm alive, I can return to the Heavenly Palace."
"And then we can fight the Outer Realm Demon Spirits together!"
Dong Jianhong roared, "Thirty-Six, don't you understand even that?"
"Only when you're dead do you truly have nothing."
"I'm merely preserving my strength."
With a savage expression, Dong Jianhong spoke loudly, his words steeped in the anguish of someone whose painstaking plans were understood by no one.
"Are you finished?" Qin Hao looked at Dong Jianhong, his tone indifferent.
Dong Jianhong froze. His earlier frenzy gradually subsided, and he drew a deep breath before saying gravely, "Thirty-Six, can you understand my intentions now?"
"You deserve to die," Qin Hao said slowly, his tone still indifferent.
Dong Jianhong's expression stiffened. The frenzy that had just begun to fade surfaced again. His chest heaved, and he laughed in utter fury. "Fine, fine, fine. Thirty-Six, it seems you're forcing my hand. Don't think that mastering a Low-Rank Perfect Secret Art makes you invincible under heaven, or that you can defeat me."
"If I'm not mistaken, the Low-Rank Perfect Secret Art you've mastered merely conceals and hides you. It isn't an offensive one."
Dong Jianhong stared coldly at Qin Hao and said icily, "If you'd created an offensive Low-Rank Perfect Secret Art, I probably wouldn't stand a chance against you. But now..."
"Die!"
Seeing that their discussion was going nowhere, Dong Jianhong immediately abandoned any intention of talking. To him, resolving this peacefully would have been ideal. After all, he was deeply wary of Qin Hao's strength.
Never mind anything else.
The fact that Qin Hao had battered the Ironbone Commander