"Zhang Ruo, what the hell are you doing? Did you go up on the stage to play around?"
Jin Yangtian had come at his younger brother Jin Yangfeng's pleading, originally intending to help him take revenge. Yet after arriving here, misfortune had struck at every turn.
Even his left hand had been crippled by Fan Yuze.
Right now, his fury was at its peak.
The moment he saw Qin Shaofeng step forward, it was as though enemies had met, their eyes burning red with hatred.
No matter what, he had not expected that although there was some gap between them, with so many people offering advice and schemes, they should at least have been able to make Zhang Ruo and Qin Shaofeng wound each other grievously, perhaps even kill him.
Who could have imagined that what he saw would be this scene?
Because of the previous battles, Zhang Ruo had already become deeply wary of Qin Shaofeng.
Even though he knew Qin Shaofeng could not easily do anything to him, he still did not dare choose the response Qin Shaofeng had prepared for him. Instead, he used the safest method, meeting stillness with stillness.
Damn it!
If you wanted to meet stillness with stillness at any other time, we could ignore you.
But what time was this?
The three sects had joined forces, and even the elders of our sect had cast aside their old faces to secure this chance for them to fight a wheel battle.
Yet you actually went to waste time with that bastard.
Wasn't that going to make our previous casualties and sacrifices all for nothing?
Zhang Ruo had already been under immense psychological pressure facing Qin Shaofeng.
With Jin Yangfeng's shout ringing out, his expression turned uglier than ever.
"Do I really have to attack?