Dong Jianhong sensed this, and reluctance welled up in his heart, his eyes brimming with longing. Who knew how much he had given up for this Bronze Tiger Tally?
He had not even held it for a full day before Qin Hao took it away. How could he possibly accept that?
"Damn it."
Dong Jianhong watched helplessly as the Bronze Tiger Tally floated away. Reluctance showed on his face, while his heart twisted violently. The Bronze Tiger Tally is mine! Only I deserve to have it! Mystic Thirty-Six, as long as I survive this calamity, I swear I'll make you wish you were dead!
Dong Jianhong knew full well that he would certainly die if he refused to hand over the Bronze Tiger Tally. And if he died, he would have nothing left.
Only by staying alive would he have hope of killing Qin Hao in the future and reclaiming the Bronze Tiger Tally.
Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his anger and resentment. Once he saw Qin Hao draw the Bronze Tiger Tally into his self-void world as well, Dong Jianhong said in a low voice:
"The road stretches to the heavens; we each go our own way."
"Thirty-Six, this is where we part!"
With that, Dong Jianhong turned to leave.
But the moment he turned around, his expression changed. A figure appeared out of thin air just a few hundred meters ahead of him.
It was Qin Hao!
Holding the Heavenly Abyss Sword, Qin Hao regarded Dong Jianhong with an indifferent expression.
At the sight, Dong Jianhong's expression changed. Suppressing his anger, he said, "Thirty-Six, I've already given you the treasure. What else do you want?"
The corners of Qin Hao's mouth lifted slightly in a mocking smile. "If I kill you, the treasure will still be mine."