Lin Zhang was beside himself with rage.
He felt utterly belittled.
Never, in all his years of cultivation, had Lin Zhang encountered anything like this.
His eyes reddened as he glared furiously at Qin Hao.
"Ahem, did I go too far?"
Seeing Lin Zhang's fury, Qin Hao felt a little embarrassed.
Although he was completely confident he could defeat Lin Zhang, wasn't this a little too disrespectful?
After some thought, Qin Hao said, "Are you sure you want me to take out my weapon? Its grade is rather high."
"Hah!"
Lin Zhang snorted coldly, and a pair of gauntlets abruptly appeared on his hands.
"These gauntlets are called Thunderlight! They're lower-tier heaven-grade weapons! My teacher, True Person Ling Yuan, rewarded me with them when I mastered the heart-soul realm."
Faint sparks flickered over the Thunderlight Gauntlets. One glance was enough to tell they were extraordinary.
"Lower-tier heaven-grade gauntlets aren't anything exceptional, but... your Southern Reach is so barren. Surely your weapon can't surpass my Thunderlight?"
Lin Zhang spoke disdainfully.
All around them.
Everyone watched the two with peculiar expressions.
Lower-tier heaven-grade gauntlets?
In the past, taking out gauntlets of this grade would certainly have caused an uproar.
After all, heaven-grade weapons weren't common. Even many Saint Martial Grandmasters only used heaven-grade weapons.
But after the Nether Demon World, everyone had grown accustomed to such things.
Why doesn't anyone look surprised?
After taking out his gauntlets, Lin Zhang had expected to bask in expressions of shock, astonishment, and envy. Instead, all he received were strange looks.
Lin Zhang's heart lurched, and he asked in bewilderment, "Could Qin Hao's weapon be even higher-grade than my Thunderlight?"
"This sword is called Setting Sun!"
Qin Hao tossed away the branch in his hand and drew the Setting Sun Sword.
With the Setting Sun