Was he finally dead?
Sensing Jiang Yandong's aura behind him, Qin Shaofeng did not turn around.
Yet he could clearly feel that Jiang Yandong was already dead.
Heh, you actually dared to set me up. You brought this death upon yourself.
Qin Shaofeng sneered inwardly, though he was still exceedingly displeased.
Because of that delay, Fu Cheng and the others behind him had already killed several Imperial Star Beasts.
In Qin Shaofeng's original plan, he was supposed to land the final blow on every one of those Imperial Star Beasts.
He could have accumulated quite a few more Martial Body Values.
But unfortunately, Jiang Yandong's scheme had cost him that opportunity.
Before those Imperial Star Beasts had been weakened to a certain extent, Qin Shaofeng could not even turn back and join Fu Cheng and the others in hunting them.
If he did, he would draw far too much attention.
So even though Jiang Yandong was already dead, it did nothing to lessen Qin Shaofeng's hatred for him.
That Jiang Yandong was such a fucking idiot.
Had I provoked him or offended him?
Was this really necessary?
But no matter what, the man was dead now, so that was that.
In the end, Qin Shaofeng could only sigh regretfully to himself.
Not for Jiang Yandong, but for those few Martial Body Values he should have been able to accumulate.
Yet despite his regret, Qin Shaofeng still dutifully played his part.
He put on the appearance of barely managing to sprint away, drawing those Imperial Star Beasts after him.
And sure enough, under his plan, Fu Cheng led the others—especially with the aid of the other Seven Stars Sect disciples—in following behind and killing the Imperial Star Beasts one by one.
Only when there were just three Imperial Star Beasts left