"Are the four of you planning to join forces against this Qin?" Seeing the four men stop before him, Qin Fengming showed no fear as he spoke.
He seemed not to have taken Duan De's words to heart at all.
"I heard that you captured several cultivators of the same stage by yourself. The four of us do not believe that one person can do anything to you. If you can endure for half a day within the Myriad Souls God-Slaying Formation we unleash, the four of us will concede and let you leave the magic formation. Do you dare?" An old man among them looked at Qin Fengming and spoke coldly.
The old man's words were indeed righteous and stern, as though Qin Fengming were the one receiving the advantage.
"Since Senior Yan Hun is afraid of losing and doesn't dare to act personally, this Qin will gladly experience the combined attack of the four of you and this vast host of sinister souls and ghosts." Qin Fengming's gaze shifted, and after glancing at Yan Hun, he suddenly spoke.
His words were somewhat provocative, but Yan Hun merely looked at Qin Fengming coldly without replying.
With a flash of his figure, Yan Hun actually moved away from this place. It was obvious that he had tacitly agreed to let the four men deal with Qin Fengming.
"Good. Let us show you the guardian formation of my Myriad Souls Sect." As soon as Yan Hun left, the old man's shout rang out.
Following the old man's words, the four cultivators' figures immediately fluctuated, and four streams of sinister mist surged forth.
The mist gushed out and quickly touched one another. No violent reaction occurred. The four immense clouds of mist seemed to share the same source and easily fused together.