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Song Qianshu wiped his fat face as his gaze turned cold. When he looked at Liang Bufan, his killing intent had already been revealed. "You can defeat him?"
"He is only a fourth-grade Xumi realm trash. As long as he dares to appear in front of me, I can destroy him with a single finger!" Liang Bufan roared with a reddened face.
Song Qianshu scoffed but did not refute him. He only glared at him with a look of disdain. He didn't need to say anything. His meaning was very clear. In front of Cheng Qing, if Liang Bufan didn't even get close, he would only be slaughtered.
"What do you mean?! Do you really think I can't win against that lowly commoner?! " Liang Bufan couldn't endure Song Qianshu's contempt. He grabbed Song Qianshu's collar and roared at him like a lion about to go berserk.
Song Qianshu's voice was extremely cold. "The reason why you are still alive is not because you are strong, but because someone died for you. When the guards die, how do you think you can continue to live? "
When he said this, his anger was obvious, and the killing intent in his eyes became even stronger.
As the sound of his voice faded, Song Qianshu coldly snorted. The power of his cultivation erupted like a tidal wave, directly pushing Liang Bufan backwards. The latter retreated seven or eight steps before he managed to stabilize himself. His face was already pale. It seemed that the impact of Song Qianshu's elemental energy was not easy for him to bear.
"You, you actually dared to attack me?!" Do you really think I'm afraid of you?! " Liang Bufan's cultivation was only at the eighth level of the Xumi Stage. Although he could break through at any moment, he hadn't yet. Compared to Song Qianshu's, he was a far cry from the ninth level of the Xumi Stage.
Being ridiculed in front of Song Qianshu and being suppressed by his cultivation, how could Liang Bufan still maintain his dignity? He immediately glared at his opponent, his eyes completely red. With a flick of his wrist, an ancient and gorgeous spirit sword appeared in his hand, ready to fight.
Song Qianshu gave a cold laugh. He looked at Liang Bufan as if he was looking at a fool: "Are you even worthy to fight against me? If you hadn't stirred up trouble and killed the other party's men, would that fellow have been willing to fight to the death with us? Do you really think you can do whatever you want just because you're a young master from a Feudal Lord family? A brainless fool! Walking with you, how embarrassing! "
Finishing his words, Song Qianshu didn't bother to look at Liang Bufan anymore. He turned around and called for his guards to leave together with Song Xuejun. His voice was emotionless as he said, "This matter ends here. Brother Liang, take care!"
Song Xuejun turned around and angrily glared at Liang Bufan.
The two of them led the four guards and kept the tents, leaving the camp.
They went their separate ways.
Staring at Song Qianshu's retreating back, the muscles on Liang Bufan's face twitched. The power of his cultivation base surged like a tide. He wanted to make a move several times, but he restrained himself in the end.
He was indeed furious. If there was someone beside him, he would definitely charge forward to fight Song Qianshu to the death. He had always been proud and arrogant, and was not someone who could endure humiliation.
However, there was no one at his side. His guards were all dead. If he rashly rushed forward, he would only be sending himself to his death. This made him feel even more humiliated. The hand holding the sword had already turned white.
Qi Zining and Qi Zixuan looked at each other and saw the meaning in each other's eyes. They walked out together and clasped their fists towards Liang Bufan, "Brother Liang, farewell here."