Despite his thoughts, Qin Feng did feel a tinge of regret. 'Treasure Delivery Boys like Ling Shuanghua are few and far between.'
By the time Qin Feng's seventh match concluded, the battles on the other two platforms were still raging fiercely.
On Platform Two, Zhang Xuan was facing the Cloud Water Emperor.
On Platform Three, the Eight Desolate Emperor faced Wang Dao Yi.
Two other matches had already concluded: Ding Li had defeated Chu Sa, and Ye Ding had defeated the Cloud Water Emperor.
Qin Feng glanced over at Ye Ding. As if sensing the gaze, Ye Ding turned to meet his eyes, his stare as sharp as a blade's edge.
Qin Feng felt a colossal Divine Thought bombard him, and he retaliated, unleashing his own powerful Divine Thought to meet the attack.
BANG!
Qin Feng let out a muffled grunt and took a step back. When he looked up, he saw that Ye Ding had also been forced back a step.
BOOM!
