"Get back! You disgraceful thing!"
Qin Shaofeng flashed and was already behind Qi Sanchuan, who was still raging, seemingly about to keep roaring.
With what looked like a casual swing of the wine gourd in his hand, he smashed it down onto Qi Sanchuan's head.
With a muffled thud.
Qi Sanchuan was sent flying forward.
Young Master Dai had been staring blankly at the scene all along.
He did not like Chu Huan either, yet he had to admit that Chu Huan's reasoning had indeed been sound.
He wanted to persuade his senior brother.
But he also knew that his senior brother was in the heat of anger. Whatever he said now would be useless, and might even make things worse.
Seeing Qin Shaofeng strike with the gourd, he hurried forward and caught Qi Sanchuan.
When he looked at Qin Shaofeng again.
The emotions in his eyes churned violently.
There seemed to be anger in them, yet also a trace of gratitude.
Only after doing all this did Qin Shaofeng stagger back.
His eyes still looked bleary and unfocused, but deep within them burned fury and killing intent.
Yet that killing intent was not directed at Qi Sanchuan.
It was directed toward Cloud Immortal Hall.
This martial contest represented a land of fortune belonging to Northern Heaven.
Even if he had no intention of enjoying such a precious land himself, he could not allow it to fall into Cangming Palace's hands.
What should he do?
Qi Delong's earlier move had nearly sparked a chaotic brawl.
Could he not imitate that as well?
Those two Rogue Cultivators had admitted themselves that they were no match for the people Cloud Immortal Hall had brought.
Yet neither of them was related to him in any way...
As Qin Shaofeng thought of this, his