"Hahaha, Prefect Qingbo made an excellent choice. If this Qin can withstand Fellow Daoist Zhanzhan and the others' siege this time, then this Qin is willing to reduce the compensation paid by Kaiyang Land by twenty percent, as thanks for Fellow Daoist standing by with folded arms."
A smile appeared on Qin Fengming's face. He showed no trace of concern about Zhanzhan and the others launching a joint attack. Instead, he cupped his fists toward Qingbo and spoke.
He made it sound easy, but the meaning behind his words was anything but simple.
"Hmph, I refuse to believe that with so many of us, we still can't break this hastily arranged formation of yours," Zhanzhan said with an immediate cold snort upon hearing Qin Fengming's words.
"You'll know once you try," Qin Fengming said lightly, unmoved.
As soon as he spoke, a flash of fluorescent light flickered around him, and he vanished without a trace.
"I wish you all success in breaking through the restrictions arranged by the people of Yuheng Land and capturing those Fellow Daoists from Yuheng Land," Qingbo said coldly, casting a glance at Zhanzhan and the others in the distance.
His words were filled with mockery.
At that moment, Qingbo's heart was far from calm. He had led fourteen people into the Northern Pole Land this time, originally believing that they would have an easier time obtaining a Chaos Token than the other prefectures.
Yet until now, he had not even seen a genuine Chaos Token.
Not only had they failed to see a Chaos Token, they had also lost three cultivators in succession. The survivors were wounded as well, and their condition was far worse than when they were at their peak.
After thinking it over, Qingbo knew who was chiefly responsible for this outcome.