The hatred in Qin Shaofeng's heart had truly reached its utmost limit.
That was only because Luo Ying and Zhou Qing had been utterly loyal, and it could be said that the two of them had helped him block that life-or-death strike.
Otherwise, he would already have been a dead man.
In all his life, he had never walked so close alongside life and death.
Looking again at Luo Ying, whose fate was unknown, the fury in his heart nearly tore the old man hidden in the darkness to shreds.
"Thirty-three Flashes, kill!"
Like the roar of a wild beast, his voice had become blurred beyond recognition.
He did not even turn around. With merely several flashes, he had already arrived behind the shadow.
Ghost Three Slashes unfolded at the same time.
Only then did his figure begin to turn illusory.
"Old bastard, go to hell!"
Qin Shaofeng roared again, his figure flashing incessantly.
Three flashes in an instant.
The shadow did not even have time to react before he discovered in horror that Qin Shaofeng had arrived before him.
And when this slash was unleashed, even Qin Shaofeng's figure seemed to split apart without end.
Two, three... ten, twenty.
A full thirty-three figures split out, thirty-three slashes falling simultaneously toward the top of his head.
If this man's name were spoken aloud, Qin Shaofeng could be said to know it well.
Ran Zun!
One of the Four Saints of Tianxiao.
Moreover, Qin Shaofeng had once encountered one of his grandsons.
The man who had now appeared and disregarded his status to launch a sneak attack was precisely Ran Zun, a Saint Star Position expert and one of the former four supreme figures of the Tianxiao lineage.
Though Ran Zun's cultivation was strong, his combat strength was not.
He specialized