"Rest assured, fellow Daoists. This Qin is not a murderous man. Your lives are naturally safe. However, there are some memories in your minds that this Qin needs to erase."
Qin Fengming paid no attention to the dozens of ghost cultivators still kneeling on the ground. With a flash of his figure, he landed among the thirty-odd ghost cultivators, formed hand seals, and began casting spells on them one by one.
Erasing a cultivator's memories was naturally no difficult task for Qin Fengming at this point.
In less than half an hour, he had cast spells on all thirty-odd cultivators.
"Hmph, what a needless gesture. Useless people should simply be killed. Why go to all this trouble?" Jiang Liangxiong's cold snort came from the side. His face was full of disdain for what Qin Fengming had done.
At Jiang Liangxiong's words, the ghost cultivators from Lang Yuan's group, still kneeling on the stone ground, glared angrily at him. They looked ready to erupt and attack at any moment. Ghost cultivators were eccentric by nature; after hearing such words, their reaction was only natural.
"What? You juniors want to attack Jiang? Hmph, you'd best abandon that thought. If this had been in the past, given those looks of yours, Jiang would already have killed you. Let alone Nascent Soul cultivators like you—even those in the Fusion and Spirit Severing realms, no one would dare show Jiang disrespect."
As Jiang Liangxiong spoke, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from his entire body. Although his cultivation was only at the late Core Formation stage, the instant that aura appeared, the three peak Ghost Lord cultivators from Lang Yuan's group could not help but tremble inwardly.
Only now did Lang Yuan and the others finally understand that this man before them, who appeared to be