"You junior, you've actually become this troublesome. If I hadn't confirmed that you were the Young Master of Manghuang Mountain, I would really have thought you were some peer who had suddenly appeared from nowhere. But no matter how powerful your methods are, don't even dream of escaping my grasp."
Though he was deeply shocked inside, Chang Yu had ultimately survived for over a thousand years, and his mind had long since become unyielding. After taking a deep breath, he suppressed his shock, glanced at Fu Qiong and Yellow Beard Venerable, who were battling the two skeletons, and finally turned to face Qin Fengming again. His gaze was icy, and he spoke in a sinister tone,
At this moment, Chang Yu had already flashed back dozens of zhang, once again widening the distance between himself and Qin Fengming to two hundred zhang.
Although he now knew that the three people before him were absolutely not ordinary peak Nascent Soul cultivators, with each of them far surpassing those of the same stage, there was no longer the slightest possibility of relying on his might as an Integration stage cultivator to force the three of them into submission.
"Old fool, don't rely on your age to act superior. Wait until you can truly capture and kill the three of us before you start boasting."
Seeing how vigilant his opponent was and how he refused to let Qin Fengming approach even a fraction, Qin Fengming immediately understood that Chang Yu was not skilled in close-quarters combat. It was already unlikely that he could approach and use a secret technique to capture him.
As his voice fell, he flicked his hand. At once, more than a dozen figures flashed into view. They unfurled in midair and immediately transformed into humanlike forms. With their bodies