Qin Hao indeed hadn't used his trump cards yet.
Bloodline enhancement, spiritual energy, and immortal technique.
He hadn't used any of them yet.
It wasn't because he was reluctant. In his heart, these two trump cards were like bugs.
Qian Feishun was a sincere martial enthusiast, and he had to express respect seriously.
So out of respect, he chose to hide his skills.
Qin Hao wanted to say something, but upon seeing the commotion outside the arena, he frowned: "Your disciple seems to be in trouble."
Qian Feishun turned his head and saw Qian Jinhua being taken away by the guards, he frowned too and said: "This is his father's wish, I can't interfere."
The surrounding rooftop suddenly filled with many Qian Family guards.
Each of them was armed, their eyes ruthless, as if they were Mongolian soldiers ready to massacre.
Qin Hao sneered: "Can you handle this?"
Qian Feishun's face turned extremely ugly: "He actually did such a thing?"
