Qin Hao's palm ultimately did not come crashing down, instead it hovered above Mu Changqing's head.
Mu Changqing's face was pale, covered in cold sweat, collapsed on the ground.
The sensation of facing death is not something ordinary people can endure, and that holds true for cultivators as well.
"Don't try any tricks in front of me, your little schemes are laughable to me, not the least bit useful," Qin Hao's gaze was deep and solemn.
Mu Changqing was sweating profusely, he truly didn't dare to play any tricks anymore.
The reason he had cried out before was a gamble, gambling that Qin Hao would appreciate someone like him and would not kill him.
After all, real big shots tend to favor those with backbone.
The result was that he nearly lost the bet, with Qin Hao seeing right through his thoughts.
"Let's go."
Qin Hao and Zi Luo left.
Mu Changqing looked in the direction of the departing pair and let out a disheartened sigh.
