"Who said the Southern Reach had no cultivation resources? I have sixty million low-grade spirit stones now. Ge Tao, do you?"
Qin Hao's face was cold as he walked toward Ge Tao, step by step. "I had no intention of fighting you, yet you provoked me again and again. Last time, I thought a little lesson would teach you how high the heavens were and how deep the earth was. But now you've come to the Rough Stone Marketplace to provoke me again."
"Since you proposed the wager yourself, we'll do as we agreed!"
As Qin Hao spoke, he continued slowly toward Ge Tao, a faint killing intent spreading from him.
The surrounding crowd erupted in an uproar.
To them, Qin Hao and Ge Tao's wager had only been a spectacle. They had wanted to see how Qin Hao would handle his predicament, but in the blink of an eye...
It had become a question of how Ge Tao would handle his.
And by the look of things, Ge Tao was unlikely to get out of this unscathed. Qin Hao was stronger than him to begin with.
"Qin Hao, you can't destroy my Dantian..."
Ge Tao's eyes were full of fear and regret. He regretted listening to Wei Ranxuan's lies and coming to the Rough Stone Marketplace to make trouble for Qin Hao.
The Hidden Dragon Gathering began tomorrow, with the Rough Stone Gathering as its first event. Why had he rushed over to trouble Qin Hao now?
What he regretted even more was that the rough stone from which Qin Hao had uncovered the Crimson Mystic Crystal... had been the one he wanted. If he had chosen it then, would he have fallen to this point?
But alas...
There was no medicine for regret in this world.
All that