"With your paltry strength, you're not qualified to contend with this old man!"
"Black Tortoise Armor!"
Zhang Weicheng's cultivation was far, far higher than Chen Ai's.
In the battle just now, Chen Ai had already come close to going all out. Although he had not truly laid all his trump cards on the table, he was not far from it.
Yet Zhang Weicheng had treated it entirely as a test.
What martial artist could go through life without killing?
Especially someone like him, who had lived for nearly a century—he truly did not know how many people he had killed in his lifetime.
He was puzzled by Chen Ai's hostility toward him.
But even more than that, he was thinking about how to crack Qin Shaofeng's hidden tricks.
Therefore, before Qin Shaofeng truly made his move, he had still been considering how to conceal more of his cultivation.
When he saw Chen Ai attack with full force,
he immediately suppressed all the doubts in his heart.
No matter what the reason was, it no longer mattered.
When he had rushed over just now, he had seen Zhang Xin die inexplicably after Chen Ai unleashed his full strength.
As an old fox who had weathered countless storms, he would not truly allow himself to fall into such a situation.
The instant he deployed the Black Tortoise Armor,
his gaze had already turned toward Qin Shaofeng, whose cultivation appeared extremely weak.
Ever since arriving, he had not taken the initiative to attack Qin Shaofeng. His many years of cultivation experience had made him understand that Qin Shaofeng's underhanded moves were indeed deadly, but the one who could truly threaten him was still Chen Ai.
Conversely,
if he truly attacked Qin Shaofeng, then so long as Qin Shaofeng could withstand two of his