Rather than receiving an answer from Qin Shaofeng, Gao Yangfeng saw the mocking smile curling his lips, and fury instantly surged in his heart.
There was no mistaking it-that faint smile was definitely mockery.
Gao Yangfeng could not stand it!
"Gao Yongquan, go teach this brat a lesson. Show him what situation he's in!" Gao Yangfeng said coldly, a trace of anger in his voice.
As far as he was concerned, Qin Shaofeng was already a turtle trapped in a jar. Even if their identities were exposed, it hardly mattered, so he directly called out the name of a Gao Family Martial King beside him.
"Yes, Patriarch!"
Gao Yongquan nodded, then turned toward Qin Shaofeng, a vicious grin spreading across his face.
"Brat, don't blame me. Blame your rotten luck for getting something you shouldn't have!"
His figure flashed as he lunged straight at Qin Shaofeng like a wild goose swooping down, reaching out with a large hand to seize him.
Gao Yongquan was an expert in the sixth-level Martial King Realm. An ordinary martial artist-even a first- or second-level Martial King-would most likely have been unable to dodge his grasp.
Yet Qin Shaofeng simply stood rooted to the spot, seemingly unable to dodge because Gao Yongquan was too fast.
At the sight, smug sneers appeared on Gao Yangfeng's and the others' lips.
Ha, how could a mere Qin Shaofeng possibly evade Gao Yongquan's speed?
But what happened next left them dumbfounded.
Boom!
An impact rang out. Before anyone could tell what had happened, Gao Yongquan was sent flying backward in an instant, as though struck head-on by an irresistible force, under Gao Yangfeng's and the others' stunned, disbelieving gazes.
Bang!
Another crash rang out as Gao Yongquan slammed into a boulder more than ten meters behind him, shattering it