Qin Hao looked coldly at Xiao Yi.
No, to be precise, he was watching Xiao Yi dissolve into nothingness under the fire of his Martial Soul.
"Originally, the first person I wanted to fight after coming out of seclusion was Fang Shushu."
"Unfortunately, Fang Shushu left the Four-direction Domain; it's also unfortunate that as my first opponent, you're too weak."
Qin Hao shook his head, the contempt on his face turning into a tinge of disappointment.
"Originally, wielding that mid-grade Holy Artifact, you should have been able to put up a fight against me."
"At the very least, it could have given me a practice bout, rather than being such a thorough defeat."
"Is it necessary?" Xiao Yi ignored the black flame on his body, letting out a cold laugh.
In fact, with Qin Hao's current strength, whether or not Xiao Yi held the Cold Flame Sword was irrelevant.
