This perfectly proved Qin Shaofeng's words—nothing more than a swarm of ants!
The Young Master stared coldly at Qin Shaofeng. The atmosphere on the scene became taut as drawn bows, and with the slightest spark, both sides might directly come to blows.
By then, Jiang Su had completed the task Qin Shaofeng had assigned him and quietly circled back.
When he saw that Qin Shaofeng and the Young Master had already confronted each other, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not reveal himself directly.
Within this illusory realm, he knew exactly how much use he could be. If they fought openly, he could only struggle to deal with those demonic soldiers.
But if he hid in the dark and launched a sneak attack, perhaps he could directly help Qin Shaofeng.
He knew that killing more demonic soldiers was utterly useless. It would never compare to dealing even a single blow to the Young Master.
His calculations were correct, because everything in the illusory realm might have been conjured by the Young Master.
Jiang Su slowly shifted his position, searching for a better opportunity and location.
After choosing a spot in a blind corner, he held his breath and concealed every trace of his aura.
At that moment, he imagined himself as a clump of air.
Qin Shaofeng spread his aura throughout his body. He did not know what other methods the Young Master possessed, but there was a saying: better safe than sorry.
No matter what attack the opponent used, as long as he first ensured his defense and safety, he could deal with it calmly.
"You think you can deal with me just by acting like this? You're indulging in wishful thinking!"
Seeing Qin Shaofeng prepare his defenses, the Young Master merely sneered coldly.
Qin Shaofeng immediately retorted.