"My cultivation had already broken through. Now was exactly the time to test it properly. Having these friends accompany me in a little sparring was the best possible opportunity. How could it be too early?"
Qin Shaofeng laughed twice, pushed aside Lu Su's little hand blocking him, and strode toward Mie Shu.
His actions once again changed the expressions of those from the various factions.
The Spirit Clan and the Death Realm had arrived at the Dao Sect long ago. Though they had not personally witnessed the contact between Qin Shaofeng and Mie Shu, they had learned a thing or two from others.
They had all made quite a few guesses about the surprisingly harmonious scene between Qin Shaofeng and the Destruction Clan.
Could he be the Destruction Clan's lackey?
Seeing this scene now, they were all somewhat dumbfounded.
Was this kid really that hardheaded?
While their minds were in chaos, Qin Shaofeng had already drawn out the whisk.
When Star Realm power fused into the whisk, he had vaguely sensed how to use it.
The whisk truly was nothing more than a soft, pliant thing.
He did not know how to use a whisk, but he knew that the True Martial Whisk in his hand did not require deliberate control. With a single thought, the whisk could assist him according to its original fighting method.
What he wanted now was to first test the whisk's capabilities.
"A whisk?"
Seeing the weapon he had taken out, Mie Shu's expression could not help changing.
"Come on!"
As Qin Shaofeng spoke, his thoughts spun like lightning.
The whisk actually began attacking on its own.
The attack looked soft and weak, yet he clearly understood that if it were used against someone whose cultivation was not too far from his own, it should