Jin Shun roared in anger, "You despicable! This is supposed to be a fair duel, yet you use a formation."
"And then?" Qin Hao retorted.
"You will be despised by cultivators everywhere."
Jin Shun shouted, feeling so suppressed he couldn't lift his head, his whole body's strength in motion yet unable to break through the formation's suppression.
This time, he was really in danger.
"I have thick skin, I don't care," Qin Hao replied with a smile.
Everyone was speechless, not knowing what to say.
He simply didn't care; how would despising him be of any use?
Jin Shun was infuriated, his blood boiling, almost spitting blood.
"Truly pathetic,"
Niu Mo, the Bull Demon Crown Prince, lamented.
They had some understanding of Qin Hao; he simply didn't care about so-called reputations.
Jin Shun was in a dangerous situation, and Qin Hao also made his move, combining the power of the formation to attack Jin Shun.
