"What do you mean by that? Are you trying to drive us away?"
A young man's expression turned hostile as he looked at Qin Shaofeng, as though he would strike the moment another word displeased him.
Before he could do anything, Luo Bozi, who lay half-dead on the grass, could not help asking, "Alliance Leader Qin, seven of these twelve people indeed have problems, but the remaining five seem to be in a gray area. Wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate to beat them all to death with one stick?"
Every young person's expression changed.
Lin Yao's mouth fell wide open. What had she just heard?
Of the more than forty people she had saved, twelve actually had problems?
Not right, not right!
If the five people who had vanished without a sound under their protection were included, didn't that mean a full seventeen people had problems?
"We can protect them, but we cannot protect them for the rest of their lives."
Qin Shaofeng swept his gaze across the twelve people and said, "If you truly have been wronged, then use your own methods to survive. When the Starry Sky Sacred Hall moves against the people of Cloud Mist City again in the future, go back and help them. Instead of arguing with me here now."
"Are you joking? The highest cultivation among us is only the Venerable Realm. On this Barbaric Continent, our cultivation has been suppressed by ninety percent. Even if we can truly leave this continent, we still won't be able to escape Ting Shan Yu's pursuit. If you want us dead, just say it!" one person suddenly roared.
Qin Shaofeng had no intention of paying attention to him. He merely flicked a finger.
A blade gleam descended from the sky.
Swish!
A head hit the ground.