"Hmph, what presumptuous words. You're merely a late-stage Ghost Lord, yet you dare threaten this Qin. Do you really think your methods are enough to force this Qin to submit?" A sharp chill suddenly surfaced in Qin Fengming's eyes. He gave a cold snort through his nose before speaking indifferently.
His voice was not loud, but everyone present heard him clearly.
In that short span of time, more than a dozen cultivators had already gathered outside the Immortal Greeting Tower. The exchange just now had alerted the cultivators who had arrived in the area.
More and more cultivators were also converging from all directions.
The cultivators who had come here could be said to have all come from the same Ghost World. Everyone was quite curious. They had only just entered the Xiangyun Realm, so how had a conflict already broken out between cultivators from the same world?
"Hahaha, you little brat, you're courting death. Long Chang will send you on your way."
Qin Fengming's words left the three late-stage Ghost Lord cultivators stunned. Long Chang paused slightly, then burst into wild laughter.
As his laughter rang out, a frigid energy fluctuation suddenly surged forth. He raised his right hand and reached from afar toward Qin Fengming, who stood not far from the entrance of the Immortal Greeting Tower.
As his claw swept outward, a claw-shaped shadow appeared in an instant. It swelled to more than ten feet in the blink of an eye, carrying a sharp sound as it tore through the air and shot toward Qin Fengming.
Seeing Long Chang take the initiative to bully his junior and attack first, Qin Fengming's gaze turned icy. He watched the illusory palm shadow rush toward him, yet did not move in the slightest.
Seeing this, Long Chang secretly sneered.
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