Qin Hao finally understood why no one stopped him.
Even the strongest Demon Lord had been frowning, bruised and swollen.
Except for God Emperor's intervention, no one could drag him back.
But, don't forget.
Qin Hao had defeated the God Emperor, although there was an element of luck.
But that also means that Divine Emperor Strong People may not necessarily suppress him.
If he really fought with him, he might suffer an embarrassing defeat in the gutter.
Divine Emperor Strong People turned a blind eye, even Qianjie, upon seeing Qin Hao's antics, directly took a detour.
He didn't want to battle Qin Hao; win or lose, neither seemed very glorious.
"Now many people on the battlefield want to learn that most dazzling ethnic style song from you, and they want to learn your dance. You're on fire."
The Queen Mother of the West covered her mouth in a sneaky laugh.
Qin Hao was dumbfounded; he didn't want this kind of popularity.
