Almighty Qin Is Back

In the next second, the youngster walked over.

Lin Feng placed a hand on his shoulder for support.

Even though his face was pale, he was still ravishing with his silver hair and inky black eyes.

"It isn't necessary." Faint three words.

Lin Feng lowered his lids. The youngster's wrist was so red that it was almost bleeding.

In such a state, was it really not necessary?

To Bo Jiu, it really wasn't necessary.

The youngster knew what the world was like and he also knew what human nature was like.

"A loss is a loss."

The youngster stood still, his back view straight and upright.

But even so…

Xue Yaoyao could still see the slight tightening of her palms beneath her gear.

It must have hurt when she competed.

How exactly did she pull through?

And now, how did she manage to endure and admit the loss?

It was all to protect Supreme Alliance's last shred of dignity.