"Brother Pei, what do you make of this?"
As Qin Qing stepped onto the arena, Mo Nian asked Pei Zhenshan in a low voice beside him.
Pei Zhenshan shook his head, not saying a word.
But his expression and gestures made it clear that he had no confidence in Qin Qing.
From Du Sen's exchange with Hong Hu, they had already realized that even if they were to defeat Du Sen, it would come at a cost.
And Qin Qing, after all, was just a newcomer; the thought of him defeating Du Sen was simply out of the question.
In the meantime, Du Sen had already swung his arm, sweeping towards Qin Qing.
Pei Zhenshan and Mo Nian couldn't bear to watch and closed their eyes.
They seemed to anticipate that Qin Qing would be completely overpowered by Du Sen's sweep and knocked out of the ring!
Similarly, many of the West Courtyard disciples had the same foreboding feeling.
Yet, in the next instant.
Qin Qing's hand had already struck out.
"Spiritual power surges!"
