"With your skills less impressive than that of an amateur, are you sure you still want to play with me? That move just now, I wasn't even serious,"
"If I were serious, the moment you fell to the ground, I could have easily sliced you with one blow, and you would have been dead."
Qin Feipeng wasn't sparing Qin Feng's life out of any sense of conscience. He refrained because Ouyang Bingbing was also there, watching from below the stage. He needed to put on a bit of an act.
Although the Moon Slay Blade required human blood to nurture, ordinary people's blood hardly had any effect. It needed the blood of a Martial Tao expert to be effective.
The stronger the opponent, the more the blade relished their blood.
"Whoosh!"
Qin Feipeng sheathed the Moon Slay Blade and threw it down to an attendant below the stage.
Because from the first move Qin Feng had shown, to handle such an insignificant bug, he didn't need to use the Moon Slay Blade at all.
