"What do you mean, this old man doesn't have ten breaths of time?"
Yan Zhen understood even less what medicine Qin Shaofeng was selling from his gourd. Frowning, he said, "Boy, stop trying to fool this old man. I refuse to believe you can do anything to me within ten breaths."
As a defensive powerhouse, he was shocked that there was a weapon capable of injuring him, but he did not believe a mere First Grade Saint Star Position ant could do anything to him.
And that was indeed the case.
Qin Shaofeng was only at the Fifth Grade Heavenly Venerate Realm.
Though ordinary people might already regard him as an extremely powerful expert, in Yan Zhen's eyes, he was merely a child.
If Ran Zun and War Shadow had not blocked him, he was confident he could have slapped Qin Shaofeng to death with one palm.
That was precisely why, when he attacked for the first time, he had been blasted away by War Shadow's full-strength sword strike when it suddenly appeared.
He truly had not expected that a brat he looked down upon so much would possess any ability to turn the tables.
Wouldn't a casual slap be enough?
Yet the calm expression on Qin Shaofeng's face, along with the confidence in his words, made him begin to doubt himself.
Could this brat really have some trick up his sleeve?
Probably not, right?
His gaze unconsciously lingered on Qin Shaofeng for longer.
He tried to find something.
Yet Qin Shaofeng's expression turned helpless as he said, "Of course I can't do anything. With this junior's cultivation, even if Senior doesn't attack me, what could I possibly do?"
Qin Shaofeng's words and expression perfectly suited Yan Zhen's wishes.
But the more that was the case, the more Yan Zhen