Qin Shaofeng spat fiercely.
That damned thing had fled in the face of battle, yet still cried thief to catch thief!
If he had even the slightest shred of backbone left, he should have fought Qin Shaofeng in an open and honorable battle to the death.
Yet from their clash just now, Tu Mo's cultivation had been truly terrifying.
Even the elders of the Yun Lan Sect might not have been able to gain any advantage against him.
Did that not mean Qin Shaofeng was reaching beyond his station?
A trace of bitterness welled up in Qin Shaofeng's heart.
He understood that, with his current strength, wanting to completely uproot the Blood Shadow Alliance was no different from a fool talking in his sleep.
That unfathomable assassin organization was certainly not something that could be dealt with overnight.
For a moment, he felt somewhat lost.
"Forget it. I'll return to Mount Hua first and see how Junior Sister's injuries are."
Qin Shaofeng sighed softly and turned to walk back the way he had come.
The most urgent matter now was to break through his bottleneck as quickly as possible and raise his cultivation. Only then could he sweep away this blood-deep hatred.
Half a month later.
Thunder rumbled across the nine heavens.
A bolt of violet lightning shot down from the clouds, instantly vanishing into the depths of the maple forest.
The entire world trembled beneath that strike.
Qin Shaofeng stood with his hands behind his back, his expression as cold and stern as a mountain.
His blazing gaze was fixed on a figure not far away.
That person's entire body was charred black, blood flowing from all seven orifices.
Clearly, he had been struck by Qin Shaofeng's heavenly lightning.
It was none other than Tu Mo, who came without