Qin Fengming retreated at top speed—not because he feared Pan Cong attacking him despite the backlash from the soul restriction inside his body, but because he wanted to distance himself from the battle and watch from the sidelines.
With Pan Cong's experience, he naturally knew that Qin Fengming had already placed a terrifying forbidden technique inside him.
Pan Cong also understood perfectly well what would happen if he refused.
"Outside Qinggu Space, your methods may indeed be extraordinary, but here, Qin would have no great difficulty killing you. Qin will give you two choices now. Lead your followers and capture those three. Once you accomplish that, Qin guarantees he will let you go. Otherwise... I believe you know very well what will happen, Fellow Daoist Pan."
Qin Fengming smiled faintly, looking utterly calm and unconcerned.
Upon hearing Qin Fengming's words, two of the four cultivators accompanying Pan Cong immediately paled. They glanced at Pan Cong, then turned to look at Yuan Ji standing in the distance. Their expressions revealed deep terror.
Clearly, the two knew of Yuan Ji. Even if they had never seen him act, they had at least heard of his notorious reputation.
At the same time, the four followers were filled with dread toward the young man before them, whose face carried a faint smile. His methods were far too bizarre. Even now, they had no idea how a Sumeru formation had appeared within his sword formation.
Nor did they know how Pan Cong, whose strength was exceptionally formidable, had been captured by him in the blink of an eye.
"Hahaha, brat, you truly have impressive methods. You actually managed to capture Pan Cong in an instant. Yuan would very much like to experience them for himself." Yuan Ji looked at Qin Fengming, excitement and fervor filling