"Hahaha, of course. I'll tell you everything I know. You possess such a powerful treasure—it seems your status in the Spirit Realm back then was far from low.
Let me ask you: before you entered the Immortal's Remnant Land, what was your cultivation realm? How were you able to pass safely through the Heavy Sea without losing the devilflame on your body? As long as you answer honestly, I'll certainly give you a quick death. I absolutely won't let you suffer."
Seeing Qin Fengming withdraw the Spirit Devouring Netherflame directly into his body, the old man's smile widened. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes as he spoke words that made Qin Fengming's heart tighten.
"You old bastard, how dare you secretly use a technique on this Qin!"
As the old man's voice rang out, Qin Fengming's expression suddenly changed drastically. Without the slightest hesitation, he urged the art within his body, and the Spirit Devouring Netherflame that had just entered him flashed out once more.
"Hmph. You only realized it now? It's already too late."
Seeing that Qin Fengming had so quickly noticed something amiss, the old man snorted coldly. His body suddenly blurred violently, and a faint red fluorescent glow abruptly appeared. The old man, wrapped in blood-red mist, vanished in an instant without a trace.
Qin Fengming stood amid the enveloping white mist. When the old man suddenly disappeared, he abruptly felt an icy aura rush toward his face. A vast mass of faintly transparent mist had already passed through the shroud of the towering divine hall and suddenly lunged before him.
Just as Qin Fengming's heart jolted and he raised a hand, causing the Silver Spirit Shield to appear abruptly, he felt his body turn cold. That icy mist had already rushed onto him. The Silver