"Eh? Is that very funny?"
Qin Shaofeng listened to their laughter, his expression unchanged in the slightest.
Faced with a group who would either soon become corpses or soon become bargaining chips in his hand, he truly had no need to get angry.
In his eyes, these people were merely reveling before death descended.
"Kid, do you know what you just said?"
"A mere ant at the Fourth-tier Saint Star Position actually wants to deal with us?"
"That is truly too laughable, hahaha!"
"First squad, go capture that kid for me. But don't kill him. This old man still has questions for him, hahaha..."
A group of old men who clearly held no small status within the Divine Weapon Pavilion continued laughing and talking over one another.
Quite a few of them were also issuing orders.
Yet amid their laughter, Qin Shaofeng had already distinguished who would make useful bargaining chips and who were useless trash.
Since that was the case, there was no need to waste any more time.
"Since your threshold for laughter is so low, I'll add a little more amusement for you."
"Ghost Three Slashes, First Slash: Ghost Slash!"
As Qin Shaofeng shouted, his figure abruptly turned illusory.
Seeing that he truly intended to attack, everyone still wanted to laugh.
Yet before their laughter could emerge, every one of them was stunned by the words he had just shouted.
"Ghost Three Slashes?"
"The God-grade Martial Skill, Ghost Three Slashes?"
"That kid actually possesses a God-grade Martial Skill?"
"Someone, capture him for me! Do not harm his life! This old man wants him alive!"
The crowd shouted orders one after another.
In their eyes, Qin Shaofeng was merely prey they could swallow whenever they wished.
They truly did not take him seriously.
But they did not know—