With their experience, the two men recognized at a glance that the early Core Formation cultivator before them was not a disciple of the Hundred Skills Gate.
"Hehe, who this Qin is hardly matters. But from what I just heard you two say, Shi De seems to be entertaining several honored guests in his cave abode. I, Qin Fengming, am quite interested in that. Could you tell me more?"
Looking at the two Core Formation cultivators several dozen zhang ahead, Qin Fengming spoke gently, a faint smile on his face, as though he were reminiscing with old friends.
"Hmph! Is Martial Uncle Shi's name something a junior like you can bandy about? Whoever you came here with, we will capture you and punish you severely!" By now, the two men had taken Qin Fengming for an attendant accompanying some wealthy young master to the combat tournament to choose a husband.
"Hehehe, since speaking nicely cannot earn me a courteous answer, this Qin will have to expend a little effort."
As Qin Fengming spoke, he raised both hands. Two enormous palms flashed into existence and descended over the heads of the two cultivators, who had only just risen into the air.
"Ah! Junior, you dare act in our Hundred Skills—" Before the two Core Formation cultivators could react, the palms, radiating immense pressure, had already closed over their bodies.
With two sharp cracks, the two Core Formation cultivators were caught in Qin Fengming's Soul Devouring Claw. They had only just summoned their protective spiritual light, and their lifebound treasures were still in their mouths.
As the enormous palms closed around them, a chill swept through both men. An icy aura invaded their bodies, making their souls shudder so violently that they nearly fled their flesh.
Their minds reeled, and the two