"Who are you?" Qin Shaofeng stared coldly at the man, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Have I not killed enough people from the Blood Shadow Alliance? Today, I'll send you on your way!"
"Hahahaha, Qin Shaofeng, you're far too naive." The Silver Masked Man threw back his head and laughed, his tone wildly arrogant. "Do you think the lives of a few lackeys matter that much to me?"
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his bearing overwhelming. "I am the Second Boss of the Blood Shadow Alliance, the Thousand Hand Slaughter Saint! I came here today specifically to take your life!"
Thousand Hand Slaughter Saint?!
Qin Shaofeng sucked in a sharp breath, a flash of shock passing through his eyes.
He had never imagined that the Blood Shadow Alliance had concealed such a formidable figure. Last time, he had barely managed to deal with Tu Mo; how could he possibly handle this baleful star before him, who called himself the Slaughter Saint?
"What, Qin Shaofeng? Don't tell me you're scared?"
Seeing Qin Shaofeng's pale face, the Silver Masked Man sneered repeatedly. "Our Blood Shadow Alliance is not like your tiny three-legged-cat small sect. We have more deathsworn underlings than can be counted, and experts like me are unmatched beneath heaven!"
"Stop trying to scare me with the Blood Shadow Alliance." Qin Shaofeng snorted coldly, forcing himself to remain calm. "So what if you're the Second Boss? Today, I will act on Heaven's behalf and wipe out scum like you!"
"What shameless boasting!"
The Silver Masked Man flew into a rage, his face turning livid.
With a flicker of his body, he appeared before Qin Shaofeng in an instant and slammed down his palm. "If you have the ability, take this palm strike of mine!"
Boom!
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