Tu Baihong turned his head and glanced at Gu Fengxian.
Immediately after, a wide grin spread across his face as he burst into laughter, "Good, Senior Gu, I'll play with him first. Later, you can harvest his little life..."
As Tu Baihong's words fell, within the East Campus camp, the disciples were stirred up, each one watching Tu Baihong crush Qin Qing with unbridled excitement.
"That Qin Qing had just defeated Du Sen, and those West Courtyard trash were all cheering, weren't they?"
"Hehe... this slap in the face is really harsh."
"Those West Courtyard trash are just like that, thinking Qin Qing could stand up for the West Courtyard? That's all there is to it!"
These East Campus disciples were all discussing animatedly.
On the West Courtyard side, everyone fell into a helpless silence.
"It seems Junior Qin still can't match Tu Baihong. Should we just call it?" Pei Zhenshan frowned worriedly, ready to declare Qin Qing's surrender directly.
"Wait a bit longer!"
