Liang Feilong and his son were dumbfounded on the spot.
"What do you mean?" Liang Feilong glared fiercely at Qin Yi, ready to fight.
Qin Yi laughed, "I think you're stubborn. I've said so much, yet you still refuse me. Don't you find that annoying? So, I decided to use Long Hai's idea."
"You dare?" Liang Feilong rolled up his sleeves, his hair and beard bristling, "If you dare to touch a hair on Qingqing's head, I'll fight you to the death."
"You can't beat me."
Liang Feilong: "..."
"I do want to try and see how strong you are."
Qin Yi's eyes were peculiar, "Are you sure you want to try?"
Liang Feilong roared, "Unless you promise not to touch Qingqing."
"Why should I promise you?"
"If you don't promise, I'll fight you to the end."
Qin Yi's lips curled slightly, and his aura suddenly surged. The surrounding air froze, and the entire hall seemed to be sealed in an independent space. All the tables, chairs, and decorations lost their gravity and floated in the air.
