Looking at the vicious middle-aged man before him, who had lost every trace of a Nascent Soul cultivator's dignity, Qin Fengming remained silent for a long while. Unusual expressions flickered repeatedly through his eyes, as though he was struggling to settle some unresolved matter.
Watching Qin Fengming's shifting expression, Huang Can suddenly felt an ominous premonition rise in his heart. Could this young cultivator truly intend to kill me here?
At the thought of his impending death, an icy chill surged through Huang Can's heart.
Although he had harmed many other cultivators, including numerous women, and had even refined many of them into his secret arts, those had all been cases of him harming others. Killing them had brought him nothing but a rush of pleasure.
Now, however, someone else was about to kill him. This was a first in his life.
Even Huang Can, whose mental fortitude had been tempered to the Nascent Soul stage, could no longer maintain his composure at the thought of his impending demise. Without thinking, he cried out again:
"Fellow Daoist Qin, you cannot kill me! My master has already placed a restrictive incantation within my body. If I die, you can forget about ever living in peace again. My master will hunt you down!"
Staring at the vicious middle-aged man as he continued to shout, Qin Fengming snorted coldly. He pointed a finger and directly sealed off his voice.
Qin Fengming certainly took the Nascent Soul cultivator's words seriously, but letting him go was absolutely out of the question.
After a brief moment of thought, Qin Fengming flicked his hand, and the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Formation began to operate.
His eyes gleaming, Qin Fengming sat cross-legged before the vicious middle-aged man. As his hands rapidly shifted through spell seals, incantations poured from his