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For Qin Fengming, Panhuang City blocking cultivators from entering was not difficult to accept. The Black Swallow Clan had established itself through formations, so naturally, a grand event like this would draw countless cultivators.
Seeing that many cultivators dressed in the Black Swallow Clan's attire had also been stopped, Qin Fengming knew that the two Integration stage cultivators before him were not targeting only the two of them.
Qin Fengming did not want to invite trouble, but Li Xiaodi had no such scruples.
Back then, Qin Fengming had merely glanced at him while he was cultivating, yet the boy had immediately tried to fight him to the death. It was clear that the boy acted entirely according to his own whims.
Seeing anger appear in the boy's eyes, Qin Fengming immediately waved his hand and stopped him from erupting.
Qin Fengming had already sensed a group of cultivators shooting over from the distance. Every one of them was a Profound Spirit cultivator.
Hearing Qin Fengming's voice transmission, Li Xiaodi immediately noticed the approaching cultivators as well. With a flash of his figure, he retreated with Qin Fengming to one side. He gazed at the several people flying over recklessly and said no more.
The group consisted of seven cultivators—five men and two women.
Although a seven-person group was not particularly large, it included three early Profound Spirit cultivators and two mid-stage Profound Spirit cultivators. Of the remaining two, one was in the late Profound Spirit stage, while the other was at the peak of the Profound Spirit stage.
A group like this would undoubtedly become the center of attention wherever it went.
What amused Qin Fengming most was that when this group saw the people lined up at the city gate, they did not stop at all. They flew