Qin Shaofeng stepped forward with a smile at the corners of his lips. "Since you think the fisherman will not profit, then make your move... I also want to see just how strong the peerless prodigy they keep talking about really is."
The moment Dong Long saw Qin Shaofeng step out and release his aura, his eyes narrowed once more. While he truly did not fear the women of Yihua Palace, he also understood the great principle of the snipe and clam battling while the fisherman reaped the profit.
Moreover, his most important purpose for coming here was to seize the Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure—the Divine Wood Heart. If he suffered losses here, would that not be more trouble than it was worth?
This brat's strength could not be underestimated. He had been able to kill Qin Tian even while his foundation still seemed unstable, leaving him with only half a wisp of remnant soul. Clearly, he was a difficult opponent. If his vital energy was drained in a fight, the women of Yihua Palace were no saints either—especially Xu Qing, who was famously ruthless.
"Brother Long, the bitches of Yihua Palace have never kept their word. If we fight here, these women may very well harbor other intentions..." one of his lackeys behind him said to Dong Long in a lowered voice.
A cold glint flashed through his eyes, only to have its edge concealed again an instant later.
Dong Long's lips curled into an inscrutable smile. His well-defined fingers pointed through the air, his tone seeming almost appreciative. "Sister Qianying, it seems I cannot underestimate your pretty boy..."
Yet his tone abruptly shifted, turning icy. "Although this is not the place to fight, let me offer you a word of advice—if you insist on staying, bear the