"Qiu Yongtian? This Qin has never heard of you. Still, we are hardly close acquaintances. It is only natural that I did not rise to welcome you. What, do you intend to use that as an excuse to make trouble for me?"
Qin Fengming had no intention of showing such a Core Formation cultivator a pleasant face. With the means now at his disposal, he could certainly protect himself against a peak Core Formation cultivator, even one whose abilities defied the heavens.
"Kakaka! Good, good! In all my years roaming the Cultivation World, never has a mere early Core Formation junior treated me with such contempt. Were we not in Youzhou City, I would make you wish you were dead!"
Qin Fengming's words sent Qiu Yongtian into a towering rage. Amid his harsh laughter, however, he forcibly suppressed the urge to attack.
They were in Youzhou City, where numerous law-enforcement guards patrolled the streets, including Core Formation cultivators. With the restrictive spell tokens in their hands, killing someone of the same cultivation level was as easy as raising a hand.
"Hmph. Make this Qin wish he were dead? What shameless boasting."
The words had barely left his mouth when Qin Fengming vanished from where he stood. When he flickered into view again, he was already beside the vicious-faced old man in Daoist robes. A faint crack sounded, and the old man crumpled to the ground.
Qin Fengming's actions shocked everyone present. His movements flowed together seamlessly and were extraordinarily fast. What alarmed them most was that the restriction on rapid movement here had not suppressed him at all. With a single flicker, he had crossed seventy or eighty feet and appeared right beside his opponent.
With their discerning eyes, everyone could tell that the young cultivator before them had not