So Qin Hao gladly accepted the item.
With a swift motion, a cyan hand effortlessly captured Elder Qingyi's Golden Killing God Sword, and Qin Hao beckoned it into his possession with ease.
Qin Hao held the Golden Killing God Sword in his hand; although it was a little damaged, having it was better than having none.
Elder Qingyi watched as his Divine Weapon was taken.
In an instant, he panicked.
"You little beast, how dare you? Return my God Sword!"
That Golden Killing God Sword had been with him throughout a century of arduous cultivation, refined countless times to reach its current quality.
It had always been Elder Qingyi's trump card.
Now, watching it being snatched away, how could Elder Qingyi not be anxious?
He panicked and charged toward Qin Hao.
With the Divine Sword in hand, he had still been no match for Qin Hao; now, in a moment of rash impulse, he rushed forward.
Wasn't this just asking to be delivered to his doom?
Qin Hao watched the man dash toward him.
