The young man smiled subtly, standing with his hands behind his back, proud yet reserved, and said, "A person you can only look up to."
"Nonsense, even if you are a Divine King, so what? Why should I look up to you? Someday, even Divine Kings will be trampled under my feet." Qin Hao sneered, his expression disdainful.
He felt that the other party was really too arrogant. Undeniably, the young man was powerful, but not to the extent that Qin Hao needed to look up to him.
Their strength, if they were to battle, casting aside tricks and tactics, would at most be evenly matched.
The young man looked at Qin Hao with a gaze akin to observing an ant.
"My identity is not something you can imagine. In my eyes, you are nothing more than a little insect. If it weren't for this being an image left from ages past, I could crush you a million times with just one finger."
Qin Hao's eyebrows furrowed tightly, he then realized that the young man did not seem real; this was only an image.
