The flicker of hope that had just risen in Qin Hao's heart was instantly extinguished by a cold splash of water! He took a deep breath and then quietly watched the crowd in front of him, a surge of unprecedented battle intent igniting within him.
Born a human, a fleeting hundred years. Since we are destined to vanish, why not make it more brilliant when it happens?
Even with waves of weakness continuously surging through every part of his body, it did not affect Qin Hao's tightly clenched fists. The crowd across the way stood still in silence. An imposing aura, as deep as an abyss, emanated from them.
Soon, the people directly in front scattered, and Song Changqing walked out slowly with a triumphant smile, saying, "Hahahaha! Qin Hao, you didn't expect this, did you!"
Qin Hao smiled faintly, then looked at him calmly and said, "I expected it. Just some petty dirty tricks, with your Song Changqing's audacity, I could have guessed with my small brain."