"What do you mean, you don't believe me?"
The Lord of Saints was burning with rage. "Boy, if it weren't for the sufficient fighting strength around you, and for the fact that we're grasshoppers tied to the same rope now, would I tolerate you? Don't think that just because we've been polite to you, you're really somebody."
As Gusu Hanxing watched them make the atmosphere strange within just a few sentences, a trace of astonishment flashed through her eyes.
But she trusted Qin Shaofeng completely.
Not to mention their previous journeys through ruins—just in the Meteor Heavenly Emperor's illusion, without Qin Shaofeng leading her, she would either have gone mad or kept searching forever for a way out.
Since Qin Shaofeng was certain these two worlds had hidden trump cards, he surely had his reasons.
It was indeed extremely inappropriate to start a conflict before battle.
Yet she still stood firmly behind Qin Shaofeng.
Qin Shaofeng's words just now had not merely been a simple probe.
The Lord of Saints' words did sound reasonable, yet the doubts in Qin Shaofeng's heart remained unresolved. No matter what, his gaze toward the Lord of Saints could not return to normal.
His brows drew tighter and tighter.
After a long while.
Seeing that the Lord of Saints might erupt again at any moment,
Qin Shaofeng finally sighed again and said, "If you believe what you said is true, then start making arrangements for your funeral. We have no chance of winning this battle."
Qin Shaofeng let out a deep sigh.
He could restrain a Twelve-step expert only because of the Nine-tailed Fox's—or rather, the Blood Robe Old Ancestor's—abilities.
If he truly had to fight, even if a Twelve-step expert stood there and let him attack, he would not be able to harm so