Get lost!
A simple, low shout—nothing particularly loud to an ordinary person's ears.
Yet to Wang Shaowei, it was like thunder rolling down from the Ninth Heaven, blasting him so thoroughly senseless that his whole mind went blank.
Though Wang Shaowei's experience was different from everyone else's, that "get lost" had been heard with startling clarity by all present.
Wang Zhen heard it clearly as well, and his expression instantly darkened.
Especially when he quickly noticed Wang Shaowei's dazed state. Qin Shaofeng must have used Mental Power on him just now.
In that instant, killing intent flashed through Wang Zhen's eyes. He said coldly, "You ignorant brat, do you know the price of angering a Xiantian Great Grandmaster?"
As he spoke, an exceptionally powerful aura erupted from Wang Zhen's body.
Triple Xiantian Great Grandmaster?
Surprise flashed through Bai Yifan's eyes as he sensed that aura.
At the same time, Bai Yifan secretly decided that he would only step in once things truly became impossible to salvage.
Because in Bai Yifan's view, as long as he spoke up, Wang Zhen would not dare do anything to Qin Shaofeng.
However, Bai Yifan was convinced that he probably would not need to intervene at all. Qin Shaofeng could deal with Wang Zhen himself.
The aura of a Triple Xiantian Great Grandmaster was immensely powerful. It swept through the entire hall, making everyone at the banquet tables feel alarmed.
Some martial artists of lower realms even trembled beneath that aura, seemingly unable to hold on.
Yet Qin Shaofeng, standing at the very center of those auras, where they were at their fiercest, remained completely unaffected.
The aura of a Triple Xiantian Great Grandmaster?
Heh. Such a drizzling rain could intimidate Qin Shaofeng?
What a joke!
"Ignorant? Angering? Price?"
Qin Shaofeng murmured those three words