"You humans really are confident. You sent them to deal with the corpse slaves, so does that mean you intend to fight this king?" the Ghost Corpse King could not help asking.
Qin Shaofeng immediately laughed.
He had no interest whatsoever in those ordinary Ghost Corpse Slaves.
The only reason he had not acted personally—
Was because he wanted to conserve his strength and wait for the arrangements the Ghost Corpse King had prepared for him.
Yet not only had the Ghost Corpse King not given the order, he had even said something like that.
How could that not make Qin Shaofeng happy?
Was he not handing over both the initiative and the right to speak to him?
With such an enormous disparity in numbers—
For the other side to voluntarily surrender the right to speak was simply asking to be beaten.
He smiled calmly and said, "If you had seven Ghost Corpse Kings, perhaps you might make me a little worried. But with only three Ghost Corpse Kings like you, what could you possibly do even if you attacked together?"
"It seems you truly are extraordinarily confident."
The Ghost Corpse King immediately laughed.
He had naturally seen Qin Shaofeng's earlier battles with perfect clarity.
Yet even with Qin Shaofeng's level of combat strength, in his eyes, it was nothing more than that.
He truly did not understand what gave Qin Shaofeng the right to clamor at him like this.
"Confidence isn't something you can talk into existence."
The faint smile still filled Qin Shaofeng's face as he turned back to look at the battlefield, where the fighting had already begun.
There were simply far too many low-level Ghost Corpse Slaves.
Even though Zhang Hong and the others had gone all out, they could only be swallowed by the tide.