Looking toward Ancestor Jiao Wei, Qin Fengming furrowed his brows slightly. He had originally intended to launch a sudden attack while Ancestor Jiao Wei was unaware of the situation. Even if he could not capture and kill him, he would most likely have been able to wound him.
However, the prerequisite was now gone, and his opponent had been put on guard.
To wound a top-tier Mahayana cultivator from the Three Realms—even in the Chaos Realm, there were probably few people who would dare think of doing such a thing.
Although the Mahayana stage was suppressed in the Chaos Realm, battle experience and divine abilities would not be lacking. Under equal conditions, there were truly few who would dare claim they could, by their own strength, deal with a top-tier Mahayana cultivator from the Three Realms in an instant.
Yet Qin Fengming had genuinely thought of doing just that, and had already planned how he would make his move.
But now, he had no choice but to reassess the situation and carefully redesign his attack.
"If you possessed the strength of the Mahayana stage, this Qin would not doubt that you could capture us. But this is the Chaos Realm. Even though this Qin has yet to advance to the Mahayana stage, I am not someone you can simply capture because you say so. Whoever wants to step forward and try, come on. Let this Qin see how you intend to capture me."
Qin Fengming waved a hand behind him, stopping Venerable Jie Mie from advancing. He looked toward the four Mahayana cultivators opposite him and let out a cold snort, his words filled with provocation.
"Brat, you don't know when you're about to die. This Old Man Chi was just about to capture you, then knock out your teeth