Hearing the slightly grating voice, Qin Fengming could not help turning toward its source,
He saw a female cultivator standing in midair, dressed in a five-colored robe. Her appearance was nothing to compliment, her complexion blue-black, with many bumps growing across her face. Whenever her eyes opened and closed, a faint, clear light flickered within them,
Within fifteen meters of the female cultivator, not a single other cultivator stood beside her,
With only one glance, Qin Fengming could already tell that this female cultivator practiced an extremely sinister art. The aura radiating from her entire body might have been invisible to the other cultivators, but Qin Fengming could see it clearly: her whole body was shrouded in a layer of transparent mist,
The mist was exceedingly faint. If his spiritual sense had not already grown extraordinarily powerful, he would absolutely have been unable to detect it,
This female cultivator was clearly an extremely difficult person to deal with. The gaze Qin Fengming directed at her was filled with even greater fear,
"Fellow Daoists, can none of you let this humble one off? That... all right, then. Senior Xu just said that each cultivator can only lose five matches a day. In that case... let this humble one choose five Fellow Daoists. But I wonder, have all of you already placed your bets?"
His face pale and his body turning, Qin Fengming looked around at the crowd, his voice weak and feeble, as though he had been driven into a corner by everyone. Despite wearing such an expression, he still looked over the hundred or so cultivators surrounding him, not missing a single one,
The female cultivator from the Yellow Springs Palace had not left. Instead, she stood on the stone steps, watching with great interest, as though this sort of