This kid had killed so many Silver Moon Wolves—why did he still look as though he had not killed enough?
Quite a few people glanced at the saber in Qin Shaofeng's hand.
Their gazes instinctively shifted toward the Shuiyue Mountain disciples who had already died miserably before their arrival.
Qin Shaofeng's battle with the Moon-Howling Wolf King had truly gripped everyone's hearts.
Only at this moment did they finally remember.
The wounds on the disciples who had died first did not resemble injuries inflicted by Moon-Howling Wolves at all.
At the very least, there were no claw marks or bite marks.
Instead, no matter how they looked at them, they resembled wounds left by a blade sweeping across them.
Qin Shaofeng swept his gaze across the crowd.
He put away his saber and, like a child who had just done a good deed and was waiting to be praised, ran toward the two women, Xian Xiaoying and Xian Mengyao.
"Ha ha ha..."
"Little Sister Xiaoying, I told you those wolf cubs were no match for me. What do you think?"
"I barely used any strength, and all those wolf cubs died. Ha ha ha..."
"Actually, even if you had stepped in just now, I could still have slaughtered them all... right? Should be..."
Qin Shaofeng continued laughing.
Yet the words he spoke gave countless people the strange feeling that they wanted to laugh but did not dare.
What did he mean, right?
That word made it seem as though he were terrified people would not notice how guilty he felt.
And should be?
Quite a few people rolled their eyes fiercely.
Although they had guessed how their fellow disciples had died, they did not dare say anything outright.
Of course, not everyone was afraid.
A voice that made everyone's hearts