Other cultivators were silent as cicadas in winter.
They had never seen such a Qin Hao, decisive in killing, leaving no room.
The most terrifying thing is now no one can contend with Qin Hao; masters of the heavens are all gone.
The only stronger one is still on Qin Hao's side.
"Who else has an unresolvable feud with the Du Family?"
Qin Hao's gaze swept across the battlefield heroes.
No one stood out; even with bloodiness, they won't seek death in such an imminent fatal situation.
Qin Hao shook his head slightly, he sighed.
"Actually, I really don't want to bring up what happened years ago. According to my previous plans, once I could sweep across the heavens, I would thoroughly clean those enemies. If I were to do that, many among you might have your clans annihilated."
Hearing Qin Hao's words, their faces changed.
They had not expected Qin Hao to have such an idea before.
If he really did that, half of the races of the heavens would probably be wiped out.
