"Pfft!" A mouthful of bright-red blood sprayed into the air as the figure was flung away.
"Bang!" Amid a dull crash, the figure slammed heavily into a mountain wall a hundred zhang away. Stone fragments flew in all directions, and a huge crater instantly appeared in the wall.
Just as the figure was flung away, the four-clawed demon serpent with membrane wings on its back, which had suddenly appeared on the scene, also shot backward amid flashes of yellow light.
As the yellow light flickered, the vicious demon serpent came to a halt in midair once more.
"This junior's physical body is indeed extraordinary. I'll spare you this time. Hong Yang, take this person out of Ten Thousand Spirits Valley."
Yellow mist surged, and the handsome middle-aged man's figure emerged once more. After casting a glance at Qin Fengming, who was struggling to crawl out of the mountain wall, he spoke coldly.
After saying this, he did not linger in the slightest. His figure flashed and shot toward the stone gate not far away. Yellow light flickered, and he vanished inside the stone gate.
Amid a faint rumble, the huge stone gate closed again.
Wiping the bright-red blood from the corner of his mouth, Qin Fengming moved and stood in midair once more. With a beckoning gesture, he recalled the towering Thunder Soul Pagoda suspended in the air into his embrace.
Looking at the stone gate that had closed again, Qin Fengming stood there for a long while before turning around and looking toward the three Integration stage cultivators in the distance, who stood dumbstruck with shock written across their faces.
"Fellow Daoist Hong, Immortal Fairy Zi Yun, you three must have heard what Senior Sikong said, yes? The grudge between this Qin and your valley has already been settled.