At this moment, Qin Hao was still Qin Hao. He was the leader of Nightmare, as well as the Night Emperor who made the criminal underworld tremble with fear.
But all of this seemed both the same and different. The expression in Qin Hao's opened eyes was simple and plain, his whole demeanor akin to a world-class Treasure Sword sheathed in its scabbard. Only when unsheathed could people feel his sharpness.
The opened eyes showed no sadness or joy, calm and tranquil. The details of that battle with Xiao Lingtian, Dog Disciple, and Dancing Demon passed through his mind like flowing water. It was from that battle that he was severely injured, and subsequently targeted, resulting in his current dire state.
Recalling that battle, Qin Hao only gave a faint smile. He lightly clenched his fist, feeling a natural confidence and aura return to him once more.
