Had this been when he had just entered the Cold Plunder Realm, Qin Fengming would certainly have treated two such powerful Profound level existences courteously and tried to reason with them.
Even if he lowered his head and acted politely, the other side would not have shown him any consideration. Still, he would not have possessed the confidence he had now—the confidence to disregard their powerful cultivation realms entirely.
Seeing that the female cultivator completely ignored a Spirit Severing peak clansman in his grasp and continued approaching, clearly intent on capturing and killing him, Qin Fengming narrowed his eyes. Two traces of ferocious savagery appeared on his face.
"Since you insist on this, then this Qin will grant your wish."
As he spoke, he suddenly thrust his hand forward. The middle-aged cultivator clutched in his left hand immediately shot out like a stump flung from a catapult, carrying a howling wind as he hurtled toward the female cultivator, who was already three hundred zhang away.
"What a fool, trying to escape? Dream on. I'll let you see just how vast the gap between you and a mid-Profound Tier cultivator truly is." When the female cultivator suddenly saw her clansman flung toward her, her brows knitted slightly, and she shouted in a delicate but imperious voice.
In her view, the other party clearly intended to use her clansman to distract her, then take the opportunity to flee.
As soon as the female cultivator finished speaking, one of her slender jade hands swept outward.
A mass of azure light suddenly flared, and a rope as thick as an arm abruptly appeared before her. With a flash of azure light, the rope vanished without a trace.
At the same time, a mass of energy erupted and swept toward the middle-aged cultivator hurtling over.