Returning to Hu Qifan's side, Qi Tian looked at Hu Qifan, who was lying on the ground barely breathing, unsure of how to let him go. It wasn't in Qi Tian's style to let Hu Qifan off easily. He had never been one to turn the other cheek when wronged - he could be generous and magnanimous, but that was only if the other party had only committed minor wrongs. Hu Qifan, on the other hand, had first conspired with the people of the Peacock Hall to harm him, and now, wanted to battle him to the death. If he were to forgive Hu Qifan for these transgressions, he might as well have been kicked in the head by a donkey.