Facing a true Ghost Lord realm cultivator, Qin Fengming remained composed. Though a trace of apprehension showed in his eyes, he betrayed no hint of panic.
At a flick of his finger, the giant spider and purple-black centipede vanished in two streaks of black light. The three puppets, however, remained standing before him, and he showed no intention of putting them away.
As Elder Yan looked at the middle-aged late Ghost Commander stage cultivator standing straight before him, thoughts raced through his mind.
The cultivator before him had stirred considerable suspicion in his heart. Every gesture was calm and unhurried, as though he had little fear of facing a Ghost Lord like himself. Could this man truly have some connection to the Heavenly Craft Sect?
"The Li Family Head was not a participant in the contest for a nomination slot. Moreover, he belonged to the Li cultivation Lineage, which has ties to our Eight Extremes Sect. Now that you have killed him outright, even our sect does not know how to handle this matter."
As these thoughts raced through his mind, a sharp gleam flashed in Elder Yan's eyes. He fixed his gaze on the cultivator before him and spoke gravely.
"Senior Yan, you witnessed what happened yourself. Fellow Daoist Fei had no other choice. The Li Family Head launched a sneak attack first; Fellow Daoist Fei did not provoke him. Furthermore, he died on the combat platform. Once he stepped onto it, the rules of the contest should have applied.
"Since he struck first, we can take that as a sign that he wished to participate in this contest for the nomination slots. His death on the combat platform was therefore perfectly normal."
By now, the two Ghost Commander cultivators, Yan Jing and Chong Ruo, had also flown onto