Qin Fengming's expression remained unchanged as he looked at the old man before him. His eyes gleamed as he watched the Early Nascent Soul cultivator in front of him, showing not the slightest trace of fear despite the other party's overwhelming cultivation.
Behind the old man surnamed Dai, the two Core Formation cultivators from the Luo Household wore helpless expressions.
"Good. Good. You truly live up to your reputation as the Young Master of Manghuang Mountain. Do you think that, here in the Luo Household, this old man wouldn't dare do anything to you?" Seeing the young man's face remain utterly unchanged, the old man surnamed Dai grew furious. As his words fell, his own pressure suddenly burst forth.
Facing the formidable pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator, Qin Fengming circulated his magic power slightly. It felt like a spring breeze brushing his face, and he resisted it with extreme ease—far more easily than before.
"Heh heh. With Fellow Daoist Dai's ability, of course you can kill this Qin, a mere early Core Formation cultivator. But this is the Luo Household, and both of us are guests here. If you kill this Qin here, the Luo Household will inevitably find it difficult to account to the five masters of Manghuang Mountain. How about this? Once matters with the Luo Household are concluded, after we leave, Fellow Daoist Dai can kill this Qin and avenge your nephew. It won't be too late."
Hearing Qin Fengming's words, even the old man surnamed Dai could not help but change expression. He had never imagined that the young cultivator before him would say such a thing.
In his view, although the other party was the Young Master of Manghuang Mountain, in front of a Nascent Soul cultivator he should have been trembling with fear,