"Mm. Now this Qin will give the people you invited from the Cui Household a chance. Stop now and leave this place immediately. If any of you dare make even one move, you will become enemies of this Qin. When the time comes, the people of the Cui Household can pay the price and live, heh heh, but the rest of you won't get off so easily."
Just as Cui Zhihao spoke up and was about to have the more than one hundred cultivators present unleash their magic treasures and circulate their magical power to capture and kill Qin Fengming outright, Qin Fengming's expression suddenly grew calm. An exceedingly strange, mocking look appeared on his face, and his words carried a clear threat toward the people of the two factions he had invited.
Although the people of the Cui Household were somewhat shaken upon hearing Qin Fengming's words, their reaction was nowhere near as intense as that of Cui Zhixiong and the eight others who had once been captured by Qin Fengming.
The expressions of the nine people, including Cui Zhixiong, suddenly changed drastically. Terror that they could barely suppress appeared in their eyes.
They had once been captured by Qin Fengming.
At the time, they had also failed to take the young man before them seriously. And when their opponent had spoken those threatening words, his expression had been just as calm.
But afterward, when their opponent struck, they had lost the ability to resist almost instantly.
The same scene, the same expression, the same indifferent, unhurried threat. Hearing those words again made a sudden chill rise across Cui Zhixiong's back, while fear in his heart surged forth beyond his ability to suppress it.
He had now remembered that the reason his opponent had not killed the nine of