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What kind of ordinary person can kick themselves into the air like that? He cursed Ke Liang in his heart for not revealing Qin Feng's true strength. He didn't believe that Ke Liang was unaware, nor would he let Qin Feng off the hook.
Qin Feng looked at Zuo Mo Shuai and smiled. Was he surprised or not? Zuo Mo Shuai's expression turned cold. "Don't get too cocky. Even if you're powerful, it doesn't matter. I can still kill you." With that, he drew a long knife from his back once more.
Qin Feng glanced at the several long knives strapped to Zuo Mo Shuai's back, a strange look in his eyes. Carrying so many long knives—wasn't that just for switching them out?
Zuo Mo Shuai swung the long knife toward Qin Feng's face again. Qin Feng lightly waved his longsword, and with a swift motion, the long knife was severed in two.
Zuo Mo Shuai was momentarily stunned and took a step back. It was then that he noticed the Red Longsword. "This seems to be Sha Qi," he said, bewildered.
Qin Feng smiled. "Good eye."
What? It really is Sha Qi! But how could this be possible? How could anyone wield Sha Qi? Zuo Mo Shuai stared at Qin Feng in shock. He felt that Qin Feng was becoming increasingly sinister, with strength on par with the Divine Realm and the ability to control Sha Qi. He had no chance of winning.
He glanced at his own men, and his expression grew even darker. The people he brought were nearly all dead; at this rate, they wouldn't last much longer before being completely wiped out.
Zuo Mo Shuai's face turned pale as he glared at Qin Feng. "I didn't expect you to hide your strength so well. You must have some issues; today, even if I have to risk my life, I will kill you." With that, he drew two long knives and charged at Qin Feng, his eyes filled with rage.
Qin Feng frowned and sheathed his longsword with one hand while clenching his fists to meet the two knives head-on. With a crack, both long knives were shattered by his fists.
Zuo Mo Shuai felt his palms split open and stumbled backward several steps before finally stopping. He stared in disbelief at the half of the knife handle in his hands; he had just broken his own knife with nothing but his fists.
If he had previously thought that Qin Feng was taking advantage of Sha Qi, now he clearly understood that he was no match for Qin Feng at all.
Zuo Mo Shuai suddenly threw half of the knife handle to the ground and coldly stared at Qin Feng. His entire body surged with energy, and a fiery aura appeared above his head, indicating that he was prepared to fight to the death.
Qin Feng's eyes flashed as he stepped forward, abruptly appearing in front of Zuo Mo Shuai, and pointed a finger at his chest.
Zuo Mo Shuai let out a muffled grunt as his blood energy instantly retracted, disappearing completely. His face turned pale, and he collapsed onto the ground. "You... you have crippled my cultivation?" His tone was filled with anger and a hint of helplessness.
Qin Feng shook his head. "No, I have merely sealed your cultivation temporarily."
Zuo Mo Shuai was taken aback and shook his head, feeling dispirited. "Do whatever you want; I am at your mercy." He knew he had been utterly defeated and that this time he was doomed, but he felt no regret.
Qin Feng looked at Zuo Mo Shuai and shook his head. "Who said I wanted to kill you?"
Zuo Mo Shuai suddenly lifted his head and sneered, "What? You still want to torment me?"
Qin Feng raised an eyebrow when Fu Lao hurried over. "Qin Xiaozi, don't kill him."
Qin Feng had already known that Fu Lao and the others were coming. "Fu Lao, he came here to kill me; why shouldn't I kill him?"
Sighing, Fu Lao replied, "You don't understand. Zuo Mo Shuai is just loyal to His Majesty; he's a good person."
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