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.
The vast gap between the Saint King Third Layer and the middle Saint Emperor Stage wasn’t something a Cold Flame Sword could bridge.
"I’ve said it, defeating you is enough." Xiao Yi’s cold laugh turned into a grin.
Inside his body, a strand of Primordial Power was already connected with the Blood Pill.
Xiao Yi’s greatest life-saving card was naturally the Ice Phoenix Sword.
However, Qin Hao hadn’t forced him to that extent yet.
Nor did he want to use the Ice Phoenix Sword.
Currently, the only thing that could bridge this massive power gap was the Blood Pill inside his body.
"Explode, Blood Pill." Xiao Yi muttered softly in his heart.
He had never wanted that Blood Pill to grow stronger.
For once such a bloodthirsty thing erupts, the consequences are unimaginable.
But now, he had no choice.
He even chose to voluntarily detonate the Blood Pill.
In front of him, Qin Hao’s face showed no intention to fight, looking at Xiao Yi as if he were a dead man.
"Facing death, you still dare act wild."
Bang... The black flame encircling Xiao Yi’s body exploded once more, its power surging sharply.
"I no longer have the patience to watch you slowly die."
With the surge of Primordial Power in his body, the power of the fire from his Martial Soul increased tenfold.
It wouldn’t take long for Xiao Yi to be burned into nothingness.
"Then let’s see who dies first." Xiao Yi coldly laughed.
Inside, that Blood Pill was ready to erupt.
However, at this moment, an inexplicable agitation within caused Xiao Yi’s face to change.
His cold smile turned into a look of extreme seriousness.
Qin Hao noticed, and coldly laughed, "Feeling extremely uncomfortable?"
"The Primordial Power’s suppression, the flames burning your body, the utter pain throughout yet unable to resist—does it hurt?"
"Remember, if you don’t have the strength, don’t act wild. This is the consequence of provoking my Qin family now."
"Oh, but it seems you have no future left." Qin Hao coldly laughed once more.
Qin Hao coldly laughed, but suddenly his face changed.
"Hmm?" Qin Hao looked at Xiao Yi in shock.
The black flame on Xiao Yi’s body gradually dissipated, and the oppressive aura on him was also gradually disappearing.
"How is this possible?" Qin Hao’s face was full of shock.
Xiao Yi laughed, albeit a peculiar laugh.
A moment ago, he had intended to detonate the Blood Pill.
However, just a second before the detonation, a sudden agitation within made his face fall.
That agitation came precisely from the Ice Phoenix Sword within his body.
Xiao Yi suddenly realized that his Primordial Power had never been suppressed.
If it were suppressed, how could he control it so precisely, connecting it precisely with the Blood Pill?
The Primordial Power of all the martial artists around was chaotic and uncontrollable.
But his Primordial Power was always surging powerfully, unaffected at all.
Martial Soul suppression? He didn’t see the Ice Phoenix Sword being suppressed; instead, it was agitating wildly within.
At this time, Qin Hao’s face had already drastically changed.
"How could it be? How could the fire of my Martial Soul just dissipate?"