"This is the Demon Scale Armor?"
Qin Shaofeng stared in astonishment, his mouth hanging open.
When he first heard the name "Demon Scale Armor," he had instinctively assumed it was some kind of lightweight defensive gear.
He had not expected it to be such a tiny thing.
His heart leapt with joy for an instant, but then he shook his head and tossed it into the Storage Bag.
He immediately circulated the power of his blood and qi, forcefully throwing the Storage Bag to Ximen Li. "Though this Demon Scale Armor is highly defensive, it can only withstand attacks below the Ninth-tier Saint Star Position. Sect Master, just decide who should use it."
He truly said it as lightly as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze.
Yet the moment his words fell, his blazing gaze turned toward Yan Tianming.
"Tsk, tsk! An Eighth-tier Saint Star Position expert with some standing, yet his Storage Bag only contains this much trash. Could it be that this young master won't get anything better today?" Qin Shaofeng's face was full of grievance.
But those words were another slap across Yan Tianming's face.
Qin Shaofeng had never been someone afraid of trouble.
Since he had already exposed himself, after this battle he would inevitably enter the sight of the Four Symbols Sect's upper ranks. He simply stopped hiding anything.
His renewed mockery nearly made Yan Tianming leap up in fury. "You little bastard, do you truly want to die?"
He and Ximen Yaoyang shared a blood feud. Ximen Yaoyang deliberately making things difficult for him was hardly unimaginable.
Old Ghost Chen Xing's earlier mockery naturally did not amount to much either.
But what the hell was this brat?
He was merely an ant at the Ninth-tier Heavenly Venerate Realm, yet he actually dared to howl