The two old men were meticulous in their thoughts as well, and had almost instantly come to a realization.
By now, the two old men were completely certain that the young cultivator before them was absolutely not from the Dark Hall. Dark Hall cultivators were ruthless and decisive in their attacks; they would never waste words with their opponents as this young cultivator did while holding the absolute upper hand.
Moreover, after this brief pause, although the two still felt a killing intent enveloping their surroundings, each of them had already found a way to respond.
Seeing their expressions, Qin Fengming showed no surprise whatsoever. Instead, the smile on his face grew even broader.
"What, do you two fellow Daoists think that, relying on your own divine abilities and methods, you can evade Qin's next strike? Do you have the courage to make a wager with Qin? Neither of you will have the slightest chance of dodging Qin's attack. If you don't believe me, feel free to try."
Facing the two men, Qin Fengming felt no psychological burden at all. If he wanted to kill them, he had several methods capable of slaying them in an instant.
Watching Qin Fengming's utterly unchanged expression, and seeing how his figure had not paused even for a moment as he slowly approached them, the two Integration stage great cultivators—both widely experienced and veterans of countless battles—were actually intimidated by his aura. Their expressions flickered violently, but neither dared move another inch.
"That's very good. Qin is not fond of killing, but I have never shown mercy to my enemies. If you two want to live, obediently hand over a wisp of your souls. As long as you can render great service and leave Black Mist Island, Qin will return your soul wisps. Otherwise,