The Demon Suppression Envoy's Feint

The few of them actually found his words rather amusing.

He'd been like this before, he was like this now, and he'd probably stay like this in the future.

"If you've got what it takes, then fight me with your real abilities! What kind of hero puts on such a show?"

The four of them had originally wanted to wrap things up quickly, because Lin Feng had a bad feeling.

But He Qiandao really was a fool—through and through.

Even now, with the gap between them so clear, he still wasn't the least bit worried, as if no one could possibly hurt him over any of this.

"Do you think we'd go easy on you?"

Zhou Qinglan watched him with an amused smile, clearly unable to fathom where he'd gotten this train of thought.

But given the situation, if he truly had any unreasonable ideas, then he really wasn't thinking straight.

"Anyway, whatever you want to say, there's no way this is going to happen. Stop fantasizing."

As he spoke, he gazed at him with disbelief.

In their eyes, it had indeed taken some doing for this guy to become the way he was now.

"What if he was mistaken from the very beginning?"

"Mistaken about what? I absolutely refuse to believe that my judgment this time is just your nonsense."

He Qiandao looked at them with an utterly strange expression. In any case, he was starting to lose his patience.

"If you think your judgment is right, then we have nothing to say. But I forgot to remind you: what happened here has nothing to do with anyone else, and you're far too confident."

At the time, He Qiandao had thought that as long as he had this ability, dealing with those people would be no problem at all.