Jing Lie considered himself the strongest cultivator present. As a Half-Step Divine King, he ought to have been able to withstand the greatest pressure from the Sword Qi.
But...
When Qin Hao swept past him and continued forward as though he felt none of the Sword Qi's pressure...
Jing Lie felt his composure begin to crumble.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
"He's only an Early-Stage Dao-Origin Divine Lord..."
Jing Lie's face twisted, and the memory of Li Yunchan's earlier attitude toward Qin Hao only stoked the flames of his fury.
Li Yunchan had been exceedingly warm toward Qin Hao, which had already filled Jing Lie with jealousy. Deep down, however, he still thought nothing of Qin Hao.
No matter what...
The gap between their cultivation levels was enormous.
But...
Now Qin Hao had withstood even greater Sword Qi pressure and overtaken him outright, as though the last shred of pride in his heart...
Had been mercilessly shattered by Qin Hao.
How could Jing Lie not be furious?
He wanted to catch up to Qin Hao, but as he watched the distance between them grow...
Ten zhang, fifty zhang, a hundred zhang...
Almost in an instant, Qin Hao had pulled a full hundred zhang ahead of Jing Lie, leaving him feeling utterly powerless.
A distance of a hundred zhang.
The Sword Qi pressure there...
Was something he could never withstand.
"Damn you, brat. Just you wait! One month from now, you'll meet your death!"
Jing Lie's eyes were vicious. Qin Hao's ability to withstand such formidable Sword Qi pressure had indeed surprised him.
However...
Jing Lie did not believe that enduring such pressure meant Qin Hao possessed the strength to contend with him.
Qin Hao primarily cultivated the Sword Dao to begin with, and no one knew whether he had