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Qin Fengming's shout truly sent the three people present into the depths of terror.
As Demon Cultivators of Ten Thousand Spirits Valley, the three knew Elder Hong's nature very well. He had always been a man of his word, and at the slightest displeasure, he would attack and injure people.
Over the countless years, no one knew how many members of the Demon Race or human cultivators had fallen by his hand.
Yet the young cultivator before them had actually dared to shout so disrespectfully. It was no different from seeking his own death. At the same time, Elder Hong secretly cursed inwardly. Qin Fengming's action had dragged the three of them into it as well.
Back then, the Valley Master had told the three of them to bring the Qin cultivator to the Holy Hall. Although he had not explicitly said to capture him, his words had clearly carried that implication.
Now that the person who should have been captured was shouting and making a scene, if the Valley Master saw this, punishment would certainly be unavoidable.
Qin Fengming had definitely done this on purpose.
By this point, he understood perfectly that resolving the crisis before him peacefully was utterly impossible. Since that was the case, he might as well act recklessly to his heart's content.
Perhaps the Valley Master, who was in the Spirit Severing realm, would mistakenly think he was a witless man. Then, caught off guard, the Valley Master might be seized by him. If that truly happened, leaving Ten Thousand Spirits Valley would not be difficult.
Of course, Qin Fengming himself knew that this idea was wishful thinking. As a Spirit Severing Old Monster who had lived for more than ten thousand years, the Valley Master naturally had a meticulous mind. Such actions