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Watching the young man with the pallid complexion, Qin Fengming's expression did not change in the slightest. He did not move at all as the two attacks approached, and then a thick mass of Yin mist suddenly erupted around his body.
As the Yin mist churned, it swept both attacks inside.
In the span of a breath, the thick Yin mist vanished once more. Yet the two powerful attacks unleashed by the two peak Integration stage cultivators had also disappeared without making the slightest sound.
Qin Fengming stood where he was, his hands still clasped behind his back, without the slightest change.
"Hmm, it seems the fellow Daoists were right—you do have some skill. But you're ultimately just one man. Could you possibly defeat so many cultivators of the same cultivation stage as us?" Seeing that Qin Fengming still wore an utterly unconcerned expression, Young Cultivator Hua spoke coldly once more.
As soon as he finished speaking, several cultivators immediately stepped forward, clearly intending to surround and kill Qin Fengming together.
Qin Fengming completely ignored the movements of those cultivators. Instead, he continued looking past the young man toward Ji Dongjue, waiting to see how he would react.
At that moment, when Young Cultivator Hua's words fell, the Ji Zelang brothers, the two female cultivators, and Feng Yunshan all moved with gloomy expressions, seemingly intending to step forward and join those cultivators in surrounding and killing Qin Fengming.
Under Qin Fengming's sharp gaze, Ji Dongjue's expression darkened, and an inscrutable look flashed through his eyes.
Qin Fengming paid no attention whatsoever to what the others were doing. In his eyes, it seemed there was only Ji Dongjue.
"Hmph. You've already fallen into our encirclement. As long as we join forces, even if you had three heads and six