Everyone present was at the Integration realm, and their eyes were naturally sharp. Qin Fengming could not deceive them with a few light words. Moreover, they were in Ten Thousand Spirits Valley, and the three Demon Cultivators considered themselves the hosts, so they naturally had no intention of speaking kindly to Qin Fengming.
As the old man's threatening words fell, the Burly Man and the female cultivator moved, shifting into place and blocking Qin Fengming's path in a fan-shaped formation.
The restriction's fluorescent light flickered, and the passageway that had been opened earlier sealed itself again.
At this moment, Qin Fengming no longer had any chance of entering the formation.
"What's this? Are the three fellow Daoists planning to bully this Qin with superior numbers?" Seeing the situation before him, Qin Fengming's expression turned cold, and a hint of anger was plainly revealed in his voice.
It was already the pitch-black dead of night. No moonlight shone at the edge of the sky, nor did a single star glimmer.
The mountain wind howled, rippling everyone's clothes.
Facing three great Demon Race cultivators alone, Qin Fengming showed not the slightest trace of fear. His eyes appeared incomparably deep and icy in the pitch-black night.
"Hmph. This place is my Ten Thousand Spirits Valley. Since you entered the Azure Dragon Pool and signed a contract, you already count as half a disciple of my Ten Thousand Spirits Valley. What you experienced in the Azure Dragon Pool must naturally be told truthfully. If you dare disobey, the valley rules will naturally punish you."
The old man remained unmoved. He snorted coldly through his nose, yet spoke with righteous conviction, clearly intending to use Ten Thousand Spirits Valley to suppress Qin Fengming.
The Burly Man and the female cultivator had not spoken, but demonic