"Is this the Heavenly Palace!?"
Qin Hao and Lin San followed close behind, stepping through the gates of the Heavenly Palace.
Zhao Changsheng arrived right after them with Qingqing, but out of habit, he stopped outside the gates, as if he could only take that step once Qin Feng moved forward.
"Lao Zhao, don't you think that's a little much?"
Seeing Zhao Changsheng playing it safe again, Qin Feng couldn't help calling him out.
He'd thought he might finally see where Lao Zhao drew the line in this battle, but it seemed he still couldn't figure out where that line was.
His second brother and Little San San were a battered mess after fighting together. Even after taking on eight opponents with half his strength, Qin Feng had only gotten a little dirt on his clothes. But Lao Zhao's clothes weren't even dirty.
"Exactly!"
Qin Hao couldn't help piling on. "We're all carrying at least a few injuries, but you haven't even got a scratch. How can you be shameless enough to walk behind us!?"
"Who says I'm fine?!"
Zhao Changsheng hurriedly protested, "They broke my sword! You saw me use a saber just now!"
With that...
He even took out his broken sword and shed a few sorrowful tears.
Then he looked at Qin Feng with a pitiful expression, as if asking whether his sword could be salvaged—preferably upgraded into a Great Innate Treasure like Lin San's Wuchen Sword.
"Everyone, stay alert!"
Qin Feng simply ignored him and looked toward the depths of the Heavenly Palace.
Then he promptly activated Three Heads and Six Arms. One head opened its Double Pupils, another activated the Heavenly Eye, and the third watched the way ahead warily.
His six arms were just as busy: one held the Chaos Pearl, one the Zhu