"Whoosh!~" A faint sound rang out. Qin Fengming, who had already reined in his imposing aura, suddenly blurred, and a faint energy fluctuation flashed before him, followed by a dazzling radiance.
"Hmph, Fellow Daoist Qin, what are you trying to do?"
Sensing the sudden change before them, Ji Zelang and Ji Zeyu spoke almost simultaneously. With cold snorts, four palms shot out at once, each reaching for a faint breeze that had flickered into existence before them.
Amid two soft cries, the two female cultivators each struck out with a palm, smacking toward a rapidly flashing illusory light while retreating swiftly.
Ji Dongjue and Ji Ruling had originally been standing together with Qin Fengming. Though they had been alert, they were merely shocked and had not had time to act. As for the old man, upon seeing the change, he only watched the scene with a grave expression, showing no intention of making a move.
"If this Qin wanted to strike, no one could stop him."
Almost at the same moment everyone attacked, Qin Fengming's cold voice rang out through the cave chamber once again.
His initially blurred figure became solid once more. Qin Fengming's expression remained completely unchanged as he reappeared on the spot. His stance was steady, and he had not shifted in the slightest from where he had stood before.
Judging only from his expression and condition, anyone would have thought that nothing had happened just now.
When everyone looked at the palm Qin Fengming had raised lightly, all of them, already wearing dark and solemn expressions, felt their hearts tighten in an instant.
At that moment, two strands of jet-black hair lay in Qin Fengming's palm, each strand consisting of four or five hairs.
Everyone naturally knew who those two strands belonged to. They had come