"Why weren't you following properly, old fellow? Why did you run off over there to fight on your own? Or were you planning to start killing from this side?" Qin Shaofeng finally asked when he saw him arrive.
His original plan had been to take advantage of the relatively sparse number of powerful enemies here and raise his martial body to the eighth tier as much as possible.
Yet Old Ghost Chen Xing's appearance had forced him to temporarily agree to Old Ghost Chen Xing's plan.
After all, he also wanted to leave as many people from the Four Symbols Sect behind as possible.
After weighing the pros and cons, he had shown no reaction as he tacitly agreed.
But he had never expected that old bastard Chen Xing to run off to one side and start slaughtering people alone. At the time, he had practically felt like cursing his mother.
Seeing Chen Xing run over as though he had run out of strength, how could he keep his frustration bottled up any longer?
"I..."
Old Ghost Chen Xing instinctively wanted to say something.
But when the words reached his lips, he had no choice but to swallow them back down.
What?
Was he supposed to tell this fellow that he had been angered by Qin Shaofeng's fans, so he had wanted to compare killing methods with him, only to suffer a crushing defeat the moment it began?
If he really said that, he might as well tear off this old face of his.
He truly had no face left to show anyone!
"What do you mean, 'I'? You can't even speak properly."
Qin Shaofeng gave a disdainful snort, though a sharp glint flashed through his eyes. "Since you have time to go over there and kill people for fun,