Fang Yi came to an abrupt halt, while Hegu and Saintly Venerable Xing Bu also stopped on the other side. Only Ancestor Bingzhe continued rushing forward, closing in on Qin Fengming.
Han Xufeng, Saintly Venerable Qing Kui, and the others in the distance all turned around to look at Qin Fengming, solemnity showing in every one of their eyes.
Han Xufeng and Saintly Venerable Qing Kui did not move, but both had clearly whispered something rapidly just now.
It was precisely because the two of them had spoken that Fang Yi moved, and Ancestor Bingzhe followed close behind. Hegu and Xing Bu on the other side had done the same, evidently having heard Saintly Venerable Qing Kui's words.
Qin Fengming spoke with Ni Feiwen, but his gaze was likewise locked onto both sides.
"Old fool, you're courting death. In that case, this Qin will send you after Ni Feiwen!" When he saw Ancestor Bingzhe approaching, Qin Fengming immediately spoke in a cold whisper.
At this moment, Ancestor Bingzhe was holding a long, narrow object that was pitch-black and mottled. It looked like neither stone nor wood, and no one knew what material it was made of.
Not the slightest glimmer radiated from it. Held in Ancestor Bingzhe's hand, it appeared extremely heavy.
"Without magic power, do you think a mere staff can keep you safe?" Ancestor Bingzhe did not stop. His expression was as gloomy as still water as he spoke in the same low voice.
Qin Fengming's gaze turned icy. He understood that the conflict between him and Ancestor Bingzhe was irreconcilable.
As a Mahayana cultivator, Ancestor Bingzhe was considered one of the outstanding among his peers. He had always been domineering. Although he knew that Qin Fengming was highly valued by Saintly Venerable Qing Kui's side at this