"This battle seemed very wrong, didn't it?"
"But where exactly was the problem?"
The middle-aged scholar watched the battle before him, and the longer he watched, the stranger it felt.
He knew his junior brother's fighting style very well.
But Qin Shaofeng was also merely swinging his saber and sword—where were his martial skills?
Aside from using some kind of phantom technique at the very beginning, it seemed he had done nothing else?
"Not right, phantoms?!"
The middle-aged scholar suddenly realized where the problem lay.
But his realization came a little too late.
Just as he looked toward those phantoms, he noticed that while his attention had been focused on Qin Shaofeng and his junior brother's battle—
The other phantoms had already silently felt their way close to him.
Just as his shout left his mouth—
Another voice identical to Qin Shaofeng's rang out from behind him.
"That's right, phantoms. Hahaha..."
"A Frosty Sword Chill Across Fourteen Provinces!"
As Qin Shaofeng's voice rang out, the longsword in his hand came cleaving down like a saber.
That incomparably tyrannical momentum made the middle-aged scholar, who had suddenly realized the danger, feel his scalp go numb.
He had no time to turn around.
Yet he could imagine that Qin Shaofeng's sneak attack, prepared for so long, could not possibly be an arrow shot without a target.
"Defense, activate!"
He hurriedly drew a talisman from his sleeve.
As the power of his blood and qi circulated, the talisman immediately transformed into an emerald light that flickered around him.
"Drunkard, your sneak attack was indeed quite good. Unfortunately, you are only a puny Heavenly Moon Tier martial cultivator!" The middle-aged scholar finally had time to turn around.
The commotion here was truly not small, causing the middle-aged burly man to look over as well.