Only then did Qin Shaofeng truly understand what Tian Qiang had meant.
Nodding to himself, he looked toward the man in the white robe, the faint smile still lingering at the corner of his lips. "And who are you? Here to get a share of the spoils too?"
The smile on the white-robed man's face froze.
Who am I?
Did this brat really not know who he was talking to?
"Insolence!"
One of the men behind him shouted furiously, "What backwater hole did this little brat crawl out of, daring to speak to my lord like that?"
"Heh."
The corner of Qin Shaofeng's mouth curled slightly.
That man was still baffled, but the white-robed man seemed to sense something. He abruptly turned around and grabbed the man's right shoulder.
His movements were indeed fast.
But he had not expected Qin Shaofeng to be this domineering—striking the moment he said he would, without leaving anyone the slightest room to react.
Swish!
The Great Perfection Eternal expert whose right shoulder had been seized by the white-robed man was instantly split in two.
Most of the screaming body was brought directly before Qin Shaofeng.
Then, that flickering figure quietly vanished.
"This lord does not care whose dog you are. Since you dared bark wildly at this lord, go die!" Qin Shaofeng smashed the man's head with a palm strike.
The system prompt sounded.
Qin Shaofeng took out a silk handkerchief and gently wiped his hands, which had not been stained with even a trace of blood.
Then he tossed the handkerchief into the magma.
Only after watching a wisp of green smoke slowly rise did he look at the white-robed man and ask softly, "So... whoever the hell you are, was there anything wrong with what I did?"
"Suanni?"
The white-robed man revealed