What Qin Fengming cared about most was the Desolate Wasteland object inside his own body being discovered by the white-faced cultivator. If it was only the Profound Desolation Stone that others learned about, Qin Fengming was not overly worried.
Coming to a stop, he stared darkly at Jiang Zhuo, a murderous aura swirling around him.
"You really collected the eight Profound Desolation Stones? How could this Yuan believe that?" Yuan Ji looked at Qin Fengming, his expression revealing a chill as he spoke bluntly.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan, if this Qin says he can collect eight Profound Desolation Stones, do you think you would believe him?" Qin Fengming's expression was gloomy. Rather than ignore the other man's question, he responded with a question of his own.
"Ordinarily speaking, this Yuan naturally wouldn't believe it. However, Fellow Daoist Jiang is not someone who lies. Since he said that you truly accomplished such a feat, this Yuan has no choice but to believe it. Hand over three Profound Desolation Stones now, and this Yuan can guarantee that you will leave Qinggu Space safely. What do you think?"
Yuan Ji's icy gaze locked onto Qin Fengming's body, and his words likewise carried a chilling edge.
"Hahahaha! This Qin has no grudges with Fellow Daoist Yuan, and never intended to fight you today. However, if you are incited by Jiang Zhuo and insist on stepping forward, this Qin will naturally oblige. This place is too close to the entrance. If you want to capture and kill this Qin and seize his treasures, feel free to follow this Qin farther away before we fight."
Qin Fengming threw back his head and let out a wild laugh.
His voice rang out, and a vast sonic energy suddenly appeared. Like a raging tidal wave, it swept over everyone