"Hmph, who I am doesn't matter. You're my prisoners now. If you want to live, nod. If you want to die, say so."
Looking at the ten Ghost Commander cultivators who had sat up before him, Qin Fengming's expression darkened as he spoke coolly.
"We belong to the Crimson Fiend Gang. I am Li Chen, a direct descendant of the Crimson Fiend Gang's Protector Elder. You're merely a late Ghost Commander cultivator, yet you dare take me prisoner! If you obediently release me now, I can let bygones be bygones. If you insist on having your own way, just wait for the Crimson Fiend Gang to hunt you down!"
One of the elders' faces twisted viciously. Staring at Qin Fengming, he spoke harshly, clearly intending to cow him with the Crimson Fiend Gang's name.
"Enough noise. Did you not understand what I said?"
Qin Fengming's expression abruptly changed. With a sweep of his hand, a resounding slap rang out.
The sudden blow sent golden stars dancing before the elder's eyes. His mouth opened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, with several teeth visible in it.
Qin Fengming possessed tremendous physical strength. Although he had deliberately restrained his force, how could a Ghost Commander cultivator withstand it? Elder Li felt his ears ringing, while his mind went utterly blank, unable to summon another thought.
"The rest of you, give me your answers at once. Once my patience runs out, it'll be too late to change your minds."
Sweeping his gaze over them, Qin Fengming spoke again, his voice as calm and unruffled as before.
Seeing this late Ghost Commander cultivator strike a direct descendant of a mid-stage Ghost Lord in such a manner, the others' expressions changed again. As they exchanged glances, helplessness and fear appeared together in their