As the battle between Murong Qincheng and Wei Renjie ended, the others were perfectly agitated and began their own battles, including Qi Shaofeng.
What Qi Shaofeng had been using was a rare pair of branch weapon called Waning Moon. With only one move, his opponent, who was a peak-level late Clasping Yuan Realm martial artist, was sent flying directly into the air. A ten-meter long, half a zhang deep, arc-shaped cut appeared on the ground between them.
Lin Yue couldn’t help but whisper to Ye Chen, “Don’t let Qi Shaofeng’s nice and gentle look confuse you. In fact, he would never hesitate in launching a deadly attack.”
Ye Chen nodded. Some people looked as nice and friendly as a sheep, yet, they were actually as fierce as a wolf. These kinds of people usually seemed nothing special, but once they were enraged and exhibited their real powers, they could be even more terrifying than genuine wolves.