Qin Hao sat there, a faint smile on his face.
He wasn't worried at all that Huo Yong would get hurt. This guy was a Half-step Heavenly General, his real strength certainly not weaker than that of Chu Tianyun.
Even Qin Hao himself might not have full confidence in taking him down, requiring a blood-soaked battle.
Not to mention these people in front of him; they were simply impossible to be Huo Yong's match.
Sure enough, Huo Yong easily sent them flying with a single slap.
The three were all heavily injured, but not killed.
Huo Yong was gentler than Qin Hao when he struck; if it had been Qin Hao, these men would have been dead.
With a venomous glare at Huo Yong, the three Holy Light Sect experts left.
"Just a Holy Light Sect, in the top-tier universe, it's merely a quasi-first-rate sect, yet dares to challenge me — they know not what they do." Huo Yong muttered impatiently, clearly looking down on the Holy Light Sect.
