These three cultivators included one who carried the aura of an Emperor Venerable's clone and appeared to be in his forties. The other two were both men in their fifties.
Qin Fengming actually knew one of them. Not only did he know him, but he was also the person he most wanted to kill.
This man was none other than the white-faced cultivator who had fled from Chaos Island back then.
"What's so strange about that? Since you managed to survive, how could this Qin possibly have perished? Since we've met here, let's settle the grudges between us once and for all."
The moment Qin Fengming saw the white-faced cultivator, he sprang to his feet and fixed him with a blazing gaze, speaking in a calm tone.
As he looked at the white-faced cultivator, his thoughts raced as he weighed the situation. If the cultivator before him had truly recognized the five Flood Dragons and openly exposed them before everyone, did Qin Fengming have the ability to wipe out all ten cultivators here?
The fact that he possessed the Vast Desolation Profound Treasure absolutely could not be announced to the world.
Even if the Emperor Venerables of the Outer Realm Demonic Domain could not enter Qinggu Space, it would still be no good for him if a large number of their clones learned of this.
Being hunted by countless cultivators from the Outer Realm Demonic Domain was also entirely possible.
Going all out and snuffing the danger in its cradle could be said to be the result that posed the least threat to Qin Fengming.
Although Qin Fengming was not bloodthirsty, neither was he indecisive or hesitant, forever looking ahead and behind. Killing others to preserve oneself was an iron law of the Cultivation World, and he was naturally no