Ancestor Yin Shuo's gaze was cold and eerie as it locked onto Qin Fengming. It seemed that as long as Qin Fengming made the slightest move, he would be forcefully suppressed.
The other three Mahayana cultivators had not released their auras, but their gazes were equally cold.
"Looks like the four of you intend to use force. Do you really think you can coerce this Qin by force?" Qin Fengming's expression changed, turning grim.
"Hahaha... What a joke, young brat. You're merely a Profound Tier cultivator, yet you dare speak to this old man like that. If we were in Pill Emperor City in front of everyone, that would be one thing—I couldn't do anything to you. But now, your little life is clenched in this old man's palm. Your life and death depend on a single thought."
Ancestor Yin Shuo let out a wild laugh and rose to his feet with a whoosh. His words were filled with mockery.
He had the strength, and he had the confidence to match it. As a top-tier existence in You Jia Hall, although he was not as terrifying as Holy Lord Youjia, he was still far stronger than ordinary Mahayana cultivators.
The other three sneered faintly, ridicule flashing in their eyes.
The four Mahayana cultivators from the Ten Halls could rank among the top hundred in strength in the True Ghost Realm. Faced with a peak Profound Tier cultivator, none of them would take Qin Fengming seriously.
"This Qin has always treated others amicably. Since the four of you have chosen this attitude, please leave." Qin Fengming looked at the four coldly and issued an order for them to leave.
"Brat, you're courting death!" Seeing Qin Fengming rise and wave both hands as if shooing away dogs, Ancestor Yin Shuo immediately flew