Thunderous roars echoed through the air. The four Cui Family cultivators who had previously been hovering overhead had all crashed onto the stone ground, each of them now wounded.
If Qin Fengming had not deliberately restrained his attacks, they would surely have perished on the spot beneath the second wave of attacks that followed in quick succession.
Their injuries were not fatal, but they had already greatly diminished their combat strength.
The nine cultivators either sat or stood as they gazed at the young cultivator hovering in the air. Their faces were pale, their eyes filled with terror, and disbelief showed plainly in their expressions.
"You... could it be that you're a cultivator from the Earth Ranking?"
The old man at the head of the group stared at Qin Fengming. His expression changed drastically, and after a long while, he finally spoke in a low voice.
"Whether this Qin is on the Earth Ranking, can't you see for yourselves? But whether I am or not is no longer important. You have already fallen into this Qin's hands. If you don't want to die, obediently hand over everything on your bodies, including your spirit beasts. If even one thing is withheld, you know what the result will be."
Looking at the nine people on the ground, Qin Fengming's expression was cold, but his tone was remarkably calm. Yet sharp glints seemed to flash repeatedly in his eyes, making anyone who saw them feel a sudden chill throughout their body.
As he looked at Qin Fengming, the old man's expression was ugly. Alongside his terror, a look of deep thought emerged in his eyes.
Earth Ranking cultivators had to carry that jade tablet. It was the rule of the Three Talents Hall—a rule no one could violate, and no one dared to