"Flash—Flash Speed!"
"Flash—Flash Strike!"
Lightning Power coiled around him, making Qin Shaofeng seem to transform into a bolt of lightning.
In the blink of an eye, he had arrived before a white wolf.
"Die!"
The instant his shout rang out.
Boom!
The sound of the white wolf's skull shattering followed.
One punch, one kill!
Such a simple method of battle instantly left Chen Yulu, the Chen Lineage's eldest young master, speechless halfway through his sentence.
Even the words he had only half spoken were forcibly swallowed back down.
He had no reaction at all.
Yet Qin Shaofeng, on the other side, frowned.
Having struck too quickly, he seemed to have heard Chen Yulu say something, but he had not caught it clearly at all.
When he turned back now, he saw only Chen Yulu standing there dumbfounded.
His combat strength had already been revealed.
He believed that even if he were to ask Chen Yulu anything now, the answer he received would only be altered words.
And that was not the only reason he had turned around.
When he had just emerged from the Myriad Gods Tomb of the Shining Stars, he had been wearing clothes formed from ghostfire. Though false, they had kept vicious beasts' blood from splattering all over him.
With that same punch, he had nearly been dyed blood-red by the white wolf's blood.
Even though he had used Flash Speed to evade, his right hand was still covered in blood.
"This kind of slaughter feels far more comfortable with a weapon. Punching them apart one by one—there are over a hundred white wolves. Even if they can't hurt me in the slightest, their blood alone would disgust me to death."
After muttering to himself, he immediately shouted, "You there, give me a saber."
"A saber?"
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