"Hahaha... I never thought you would have such a powerful self-detonating weapon on you, little friend. With this item in hand, we can negotiate with Fellow Daoist Ming today."
Just as everyone was seized by fear, a burst of laughter suddenly rang out across the scene.
The laughter came from the old Mahayana cultivator. Although laughter rang out, Qin Fengming could not hear the slightest trace of mirth in it. Moreover, when the voice reached his ears, a sudden chill rose in his heart.
This old man was most likely a member of the Demon Race.
"Thank you for your assistance, Senior. Otherwise, this junior might have perished here." Qin Fengming kept his expression composed, clasped his fists toward the old man, and spoke respectfully.
His words were not false. If the attack from the Shadow Incarnation that Saint Ancestor Ming Chou had just summoned had been aimed at him, Qin Fengming was not certain that a single Soul-sealing Bead would have been enough to stop it.
"Hmph. Although a single Soul-sealing Bead is exceptionally effective against souls, it is a pity that it still cannot threaten this old man. Even if the two of you joined forces, you would still have perished here today, becoming sacrificial fare to open the mansion chamber."
Saint Ancestor Ming Chou looked fiercely at Qin Fengming and the old man before speaking with icy certainty.
As his words fell, soul fluctuations once again appeared around his body. His form moved, and he drifted toward Qin Fengming and the old man.
At that moment, Saint Ancestor Ming Chou was filled with murderous intent. He had resolved to wipe out every outsider who had entered the Ice Mansion Crystal Palace, cutting off all future trouble.
"Hahaha... You want to kill this old man? Forget you—even if