"Hmph, junior, do you think that capturing this palace master means you can run amok here? Keep dreaming. If you release the three of us now, you may still have a sliver of hope for survival. Otherwise, today will be the day of your death sacrifice."
The three great cultivators recovered their senses. Su He's expression was extremely gloomy. Although his face still seemed calm enough, a trace of apprehension would occasionally flicker through his eyes. Xia Xiang's lips were tightly sealed, and the sliver of mockery that had previously been hidden in his smile had long since vanished.
As for the female cultivator who appeared exceedingly beautiful on the surface, although a strange glint showed in her eyes as well, her cold and grim voice remained unchanged. She glared at Qin Fengming and spoke in a frigid tone amid a cold snort:
"Qin is not someone who grew up being frightened. A mere stronghold is not worthy of Qin's regard. Fairy Jiang, don't think Qin wouldn't dare do anything to you. If anything happens to Gongsun Jingyao, Qin won't mind slaughtering this entire stronghold and will certainly have thousands of cultivators buried with Jingyao."
Seeing that the female cultivator before him remained sharp-tongued, Qin Fengming did not show the slightest anger. In an even, indifferent tone, he said:
Although not the slightest trace of anger showed on his face, his words were steeped in bloody menace.
"Frighten me? Heh. In a moment, you'll know whether I was frightening you or not."
Hearing Qin Fengming's threat, Jiang Ying did not retreat in the slightest. She looked at Qin Fengming, her face already filled with disdain, as though she still had some exceptionally powerful trump card in hand.
Qin Fengming's expression remained calm, but his heart stirred faintly. Once he fully