"Get lost!"
It was a simple, low bark, not particularly loud to an ordinary listener.
But in Wang Shaowei's ears, it was like thunder crashing down from the nine heavens, leaving him completely dazed.
Although nobody else experienced what Wang Shaowei did, everyone heard that command with exceptional clarity.
Wang Zhen heard it perfectly clearly as well, and his expression instantly darkened.
In particular, he soon noticed something wrong with Wang Shaowei. That dazed look meant Qin Shaofeng must have just used his spiritual power on him.
A trace of killing intent immediately flashed through Wang Zhen's eyes. "What an ignorant brat. Do you know the price of angering a xiantian great grandmaster?" he demanded coldly.
As he spoke, an exceptionally powerful aura erupted from his body.
A third-level xiantian great grandmaster?
Sensing that aura, Bai Yifan's eyes flickered with surprise.
At the same time, he silently decided to intervene only when things truly threatened to spiral out of control.
In his view, as long as he spoke up, Wang Zhen would not do anything to Qin Shaofeng.
However, Bai Yifan was convinced that he probably would not need to intervene. Qin Shaofeng could deal with Wang Zhen himself.
The aura of a third-level xiantian great grandmaster was immensely powerful. It swept through the entire hall, alarming everyone seated at the banquet tables.
Some martial artists with lower cultivation levels even trembled beneath it, looking as though they could barely hold on.
Yet Qin Shaofeng, who stood at the very center of that aura, where it was strongest, remained completely unaffected.
The aura of a third-level xiantian great grandmaster?
Ha! Could a little drizzle like this intimidate me?
What a joke!
"Ignorant? Angering you? The price?"
Qin Shaofeng quietly repeated those three phrases, then looked up at Wang Zhen, his