"Buried with him? Why should I be buried with him?"
Qin Shaofeng did not wait for Zheng Keshuang to continue.
Likewise, he paid no heed whatsoever to the commotion around him.
No matter how the people around them viewed this or what they said, they clearly could not help him change the current situation.
Fortunately, Fan Shaoqing stood completely on his side, so he had no worries about Zheng Keshuang.
His shout immediately drew Zheng Keshuang's gaze, as though he wanted to choose someone to devour.
Yet he acted as though he had seen nothing, merely shouting indignantly, "Zheng Keshuang, the people of your Seven Luminaries Sect really have no shame! Clearly, it was Jin Yangfeng fighting me in the arena, yet you elders from various sects attacked a junior like me."
"Even when I could have withdrawn my attack, you spared no effort to stop me. Now, you want to pin all of this on my head."
"You are elders of a sect, after all. Can you not at least have a little face?"
"Ask your own heart—if you were truly worried something would happen to Jin Yangtian, why did you not admit defeat for him? Or is it that you simply cannot afford to lose?"
"This is our Seven Stars Sect, not your Seven Luminaries Sect. You are merely spectators, so what right do you have to go onto the stage and attack me?"
"What qualifications do you have to do that?"
His successive roars immediately left Zheng Keshuang speechless.
Even if he did not wish to admit it,
he could find no opportunity to refute Qin Shaofeng's words.
A disciple of the Seven Luminaries Sect had indeed died.
But the problem remained Qin Shaofeng's words: this was the Seven Stars Sect.
Fan Shaoqing had set his heart