Qi Xiangyu's first reaction was to wonder if Shi Hao was trying to set him up again.
After all, he had been tricked miserably by Shi Hao before, leaving him with a psychological shadow.
Yet Shi Hao looked quite generous, leaving him unsure of what to think.
Alright, let's give it a try.
After all, his physique was as tough as Golden Immortal Gold, so even if Shi Hao was setting a trap, what did he have to fear?
Swish, he turned his palm into a blade and slashed toward Shi Hao's hair.
Clang!
He struck Shi Hao's hair with his palm, and a terrifying scene unfolded—Shi Hao's hair remained unmoving, even reflecting a bronze sheen.
This!
Qi Xiangyu was speechless, his heart filled with complaints.
There really was someone who refined even their hair with Immortal Rule!
