"Heh heh, you want to capture this humble one? You're not worthy. If you hadn't provoked this humble one, so be it. But since you joined forces to kill this humble one, don't blame me for being ruthless. Still, this humble one isn't one who enjoys killing. I'll give you a chance now.
"If anyone doesn't want something they'd rather not see happen, stand on the eastern side of the valley now. When the time comes, this humble one can show mercy and let the matter go. Otherwise, every last one of you can forget about escaping. You'll have only one chance. Ten breaths. Once the time is up, there'll be no waiting."
After sweeping a glance over the glaring old man Ximen, middle-aged cultivator Xue, and the others, Qin Fengming looked toward the more than two hundred cultivators below. His expression was utterly calm, and his tone even more indifferent as he spoke without the slightest trace of anger, as though he were stating something already carved in stone.
"Hmph, don't listen to this junior's nonsense. There are only two of them. Do you really think they can frighten so many of us? Don't hesitate. Quickly bring out your treasures and kill them as soon as possible!"
The vicious-faced old man's eyes widened. He hated Qin Fengming to the bone. Without waiting for the old man Ximen to say anything more, he opened his mouth, and a black broad saber shot out. It swelled to several zhang in an instant, then flashed above his head. As he pointed a finger, it was about to cleave down at Qin Fengming.
"Since you don't know whether you're alive or dead, I'll start with you."
Qin Fengming naturally knew that the others would never surrender without a fight. He had merely wanted