Xiao Lingtian's words carried an extremely powerful deterrent.
Qin Hao took a deep breath, still giving a calm smile. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand and then said, "Keep going with your moves."
After Qin Hao said this, he was already in a precarious state, but his gaze remained fearless, like bamboo—able to break but not bend.
Xiao Lingtian's expression turned cold, his right fist clenched tightly, and his muscles were taut all over his body, like an arrow on the bowstring, ready to unleash a thunderous force upon Qin Hao in the next second.
It was clear that Xiao Lingtian was now truly angry. As one of Huaxia's Guardian Gods, he had repeatedly urged Qin Hao to reconsider, already giving him plenty of face. Now determined not to hold back, he intended to resolve Qin Hao with one decisive blow.
And in Qin Hao's current condition, even if he could withstand Xiao Lingtian's full-strength strike, it would only extend his life by a few breaths.
