Everyone thought Qin Hao was doomed, that he couldn't possibly survive.
Niu Mo snorted and said disdainfully, "That black hand clearly protected Qin Hao. They don't know what happened, but since you were there, there's no reason you wouldn't know."
Hearing Niu Mo's words, Sun Qitian laughed heartily and said mockingly, "Keep fabricating stories, let's see if anyone believes you?"
Sure enough, no one believed Niu Mo.
It wasn't because Niu Mo's words were not credible, but because the Evil Ghost was extremely malevolent, driven solely by a killing instinct. Protecting someone was simply impossible, which is why they didn't believe Niu Mo.
In their view, Niu Mo was clearly talking nonsense.
Seeing the doubtful looks on everyone's faces, Niu Mo was nearly exploding with anger.
He erupted, pointing at everyone, and said, "Believe it or not, if you want a fight, then let's fight. Do you think that I, Laozi, am scared of you?"
