"Be a good boy and become my stepping stone to Divine King!" A vicious gleam flashed in Jing Lie's eyes, and he could no longer hold back the Blood-Red Warblade in his hand.
He slashed straight toward Qin Hao!
Whoosh!
The Blood-Red Warblade swept across the starry sky, dazzling against the void like a blood-red meteor.
As his blade descended, Jing Lie looked toward Qin Hao, eager to see how, beneath this slash...
He would flounder in terror, perhaps even fall to his knees and beg for mercy.
This was no joke. Jing Lie had held nothing back, unleashing a full hundred percent of his divine strength and all his Dao Intent.
Never mind an early-stage Dao-Origin Divine Lord—even a peak-stage Dao-Origin Divine Lord...
Would feel fear beneath such overwhelming blade power. Even if Qin Hao was rather exceptional and could slay a peak-stage Dao-Origin Divine Lord...
Jing Lie believed he would still be utterly terrified.
And yet...
When Jing Lie looked at Qin Hao, what he saw left him stunned.
Qin Hao's expression was calm. He stood exactly where he was without moving a muscle, as though this blade power meant nothing to him.
"How is that possible?!" Jing Lie cried out in shock. "Why aren't you reacting at all...?"
"Reacting?" Qin Hao gave Jing Lie an interested glance, then nodded. "Its power is fairly decent."
"You..." Jing Lie froze, then felt his scalp prickle.
At a time like this, he was actually appraising the power of his slash?
This man facing him...
Was he really still a Dao-Origin Divine Lord?
Could he be a Divine King?!
Otherwise, how could he remain as immovable as a mountain beneath Jing Lie's blade power, with leisure to spare for commenting on his slash?
Qin Hao did indeed find the power of