The Supreme Elder of the Asura Sect was naturally suspicious by nature. At this moment, upon seeing the two enormous attacks Qin Fengming had suddenly unleashed, he no longer had the slightest doubt. The young cultivator before him was unquestionably a Great Cultivator.
Faced with one Great Cultivator and five mid-stage Ghost Lord cultivators, the old man had not the slightest intention of fighting. Thus, without the least hesitation, he fled at full speed.
Watching the black streak of escaping light recede into the distance, Qin Fengming could not help staring blankly.
It was his first time seeing a late-stage Ghost Lord Great Cultivator flee just like that.
"That old bastard sure ran fast. Since he has fled, there is no benefit in catching up to him. Let him keep his life. Fellow Daoists, it would be best for us to leave this place immediately."
After giving it some thought, Qin Fengming did not set off in pursuit. Instead, he turned to Rong Qing and the others and spoke.
He had not taken the departure of the Supreme Elder surnamed Jiang from the Asura Sect to heart. Whether that old man was killed or not was no longer especially important. Since they had slain the so-called Asura Sect Young Sect Master and two mid-stage Ghost Lord cultivators, the Asura Sect would inevitably learn of their existence.
Under these circumstances, killing them to silence them was already meaningless. Even if the other side gathered reinforcements and came after them, within the ten-million-kilometer expanse of Myriad Souls Valley, it was hard to say whether they would meet again.
As their streaks of light rose, the six vanished into the mountains wreathed in dark mist.
Myriad Souls Valley truly lived up to its name. It contained not only countless demon beasts, but even