"That guy Kong Ling is finally going to die." Qinghuang smiled.
Qin Hao looked a little surprised; was he really that certain?
Qinghuang noticed the doubt in Qin Hao's heart, and smiled confidently, saying, "I've studied some of your past experiences, and those who go against you, no matter how strong they are, end up dying. So, I can be sure that Kong Ling is doomed."
"Not necessarily."
Just as Qinghuang finished speaking, a cold voice echoed.
Kong Ling arrived, accompanied by a woman who similarly had a cold gaze and an astonishing murderous aura.
Qinghuang's expression slightly changed; it was clear the opponent was nearby, allowing them to arrive so quickly.
While he was talking about them, they appeared.
He looked worriedly at Qin Hao, unsure if Qin Hao had the ability to deal with the two before them.
Qin Hao glanced at them; he recognized Kong Ling, and as for the woman behind him, she was a Golden Crow, which he could tell.
