Could it really be like that?
He had clearly told him that even if the two of them joined forces, they would not be a match for that attendant.
Yet Qin Shaofeng had forcibly snatched this broken sword from the attendant's hands.
How was that to be explained?
Without sufficiently detailed preparations, it seemed impossible to achieve something like this, didn't it?
What kind of person was he, exactly?
Gui Yan's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a thunderous boom.
She looked outside.
Qin Shaofeng was standing in a place that resembled a gambling house.
There were at least several hundred people inside.
Yet now, all that remained was a scene of countless souls scattering and spirits dispersing.
"One hundred seventy-seven people. Taking revenge in a place like this really feels good."
Qin Shaofeng's laughter rang out.
Without even giving it another glance, he headed for the next location.
This was a Training Ground.
The battle between two experts at the Half-step Heavenly Dao Realm had drawn an unknown number of disciples to watch.
Qin Shaofeng strolled over just as casually.
Then—
Boom! Boom!
Two terrifying explosions rang out.
"Even in such an open place, two Divine Thunders managed to kill and injure one hundred eight people. Not bad at all. I like it, hehehe..."
Qin Shaofeng's laughter continued to echo.
Watching his actions, which were purely retaliatory and antisocial in nature, Gui Yan was completely stunned senseless.
He could actually do this?
Holy crap!
Did this brat even know what he was doing?
Th-this-this...
This was far too unscientific, wasn't it?
Or had this brat already gone mad, afraid the dead spirits would not send experts to hunt him down?
She endured it again and again, but still could not help reminding him, "Um... that's about enough, isn't it? If