The others were confused, somewhat baffled.
The Heavenly Passage Strong People had all fled, leaving only Qin Hao behind. Were they sending him to his death?
They charged at him with sinister smiles, their expressions fierce.
Killing Qin Hao was, to them, a fine choice.
Qin Hao's defiance against the heavens was seen by all; nobody wanted such a person to rise, as that would be too terrifying.
Facing a crowd of Heavenly Passage Strong People, Qin Hao smiled and shouted, "The feast begins."
Boom.
In the sky, thick tribulation clouds had gathered unknowingly, and with Qin Hao's words, they erupted, sending down endless thunder.
This changed the people's expressions, and they quickly retreated.
But by then, it was already too late.
The thunder enveloped them, triggering their own tribulations.
"Qin Hao, you're cunning as a ghost,"
a strong man shouted, his face filled with anger.
More than twenty strong people, carrying the sky's thunder, fled to the distance.