Although Qin Fengming was not afraid of facing two Great Cultivators from the Ghost Realm, it would be no good if they truly entangled him. Moreover, the figures of the two cultivators he had just shaken off had already appeared in his spiritual sense.
It would not be long before those two found this place.
If four Great Cultivators from the Ghost Realm surrounded him, Qin Fengming would find it extremely difficult to escape by relying on his own strength alone. If he let his guard down for even a moment, he might be severely wounded and fall dead on the spot.
Thus, the instant he sensed those two cultivators reappearing in his spiritual sense, he fled into the distance without hesitation.
"Hmph, junior, do you think you can leave just because you want to? You are taking the people of my Ghost Realm far too lightly."
Following the furious shout of the peak Ghost Lord old man with the vicious face, two streaks of escaping light shot forth together, and the figures of all three vanished on the spot.
Sensing the tremendous energy surging after him in hot pursuit, Qin Fengming showed not the slightest panic. Instead, a delighted expression appeared on his face.
With a flicker of his body, he maintained a distance of six or seven hundred zhang from the two behind him. Moving as swiftly as lightning, he plunged into the distant mountain ranges. Qin Fengming did not flee in a straight line, but took a huge detour. After turning around, he once again fled toward the direction of one side of the Zhiyin Sect.
Although only the time it took to drink a cup of tea had passed, the vicious-faced old man and the middle-aged cultivator chasing behind him could not help growing utterly astonished.