It was... pathetic.
Guo Tianhao had arrived with all the arrogance in the world, declaring he would defeat Qingyi.
He had used one of his most powerful attacks, and even swallowed a strange pill that made his power erupt like a volcano.
And yet, there he was, kneeling in the dust.
The cloud slowly settled, revealing a bloodied figure. Nineteen swords pierced his body, and a twentieth floated in front of his face.
Qingyi hadn't even bothered to get up to deal with him.
That was the difference in strength between the two.
In that generation, among all the geniuses he knew, the only one against whom Qingyi knew he could only win in a bitter, bloody battle was Bai Hu Lie.
Without a doubt, the tiger could kill him with a single misstep.
Tianhao was nothing compared to Bai Hu Lie, especially now that the tiger had awakened his bloodline.
"I-impossible…" Tianhao growled, blood rising up his throat and streaming endlessly from his trembling lips.
