Of the six men who had led the founding of the Slay Fei Alliance, all but Young Gang Leader Zhu were among those now preparing to advance. Three more cultivators had joined them as well.
Seeing the other cultivators retreat, the eight exchanged glances and nodded. Then they moved at the same time, closing in on Qin Fengming, whose face was already deathly pale, without a trace of blood.
To say that Qin Fengming felt no pain would have been utterly impossible.
With such a large chunk of flesh sliced away, anyone would have felt pain.
The instant that jet-black sword light slashed toward him, Qin Fengming suddenly felt his armor react on its own. A surge of energy seemed about to burst forth to intercept the blade.
This gave Qin Fengming quite a fright. Fortunately, although he had yet to refine the armor completely, he managed to force that energy back into dormancy.
As the energy blade unleashed by the vicious-looking old man approached his left arm, had Qin Fengming not withdrawn the strength protecting it, the old man could never have harmed so much as a hair on him, no matter how fiercely he slashed.
But to keep the others from growing suspicious, he deliberately gathered a mass of energy in his left arm and detonated it himself when the blade struck. Rather than saying the vicious-looking old man had wounded him, it would have been more accurate to call it self-mutilation.
Now, as he watched the others leap forward, the terror in Qin Fengming's eyes was beyond words.
As they drew closer and saw the cultivator's complexion and his body lying limp as though boneless, the last vestiges of caution in their hearts vanished completely.
That injury alone would take months to heal, even with immediate treatment.