What?!
How could that be?!
His ultimate technique had been crushed in a single blow?!
Qin Shaofeng strode forward slowly. With every step he took, rings of lightning patterns spread across the ground. "What other tricks do you have? Bring them all out."
Liu Mou's face turned deathly pale, yet he forced himself to shout, "Y-you cheated! You must have used some secret art of the Blood Demon Sect!"
"Broken means broken. What excuses are you looking for?" Zhao Yong sneered. "You're supposedly a Core Disciple of the Ghost King Sect, yet you've thrown your face away completely!"
Bursts of laughter erupted all around. The Dragon Python Sect disciples wore iron-gray expressions. The man at their head furrowed his brow but said nothing.
Liu Mou trembled from head to toe. He had originally planned to use his famed ultimate move to crush this brat Qin Shaofeng and boost his own reputation. Yet in the blink of an eye, his ultimate technique had been shattered. This brat...
His strength could not be underestimated!
He pointed at Qin Shaofeng, unable to get the words out. "Y-you just wait!"
But just as Qin Shaofeng thought Liu Mou was about to attack him again, he saw him suddenly turn and dash out of the hall...
For a moment, laughter broke out everywhere.
Qin Shaofeng withdrew his gaze and looked at the people from the Dragon Python Sect. "Now, it's time to settle the debt for breaking my brother's arm."
At that moment, the man standing behind the scar-faced man who had been thrown out earlier finally spoke. A cold glint hung at the corner of his lips. "It seems you do have some skill. But don't think that defeating Liu Mou means my Junior Brother Dong Long's death can simply be brushed aside. Today,