Qin Fengming hovered in midair. The berserk explosive energy around him had largely dissipated, but his complexion was terrible. His clothes hung in tatters, and his skin was covered in countless gashes where flesh had split open. He looked utterly battered. It seemed that although he had defeated the old man in battle, he had paid an enormous price.
"That junior's luck is truly astonishing. He actually survived the rampage of a physical self-detonation."
Someone sighed in admiration, while also feeling regret for that fellow cultivator who had traveled with them. He had detonated his physical body, yet still failed to kill his opponent.
"All right, it's my turn now."
"No. I was the second person to appear and challenge him."
"None of you will snatch this from me. This fellow dared injure my friend, so I must avenge him."
In an instant, several urgent shouts rang out from all around. Several figures flashed out and approached Qin Fengming, who was suspended in the air.
They were all crafty old foxes. They had seen that Qin Fengming was clearly injured, and that his condition was far worse than before. If they attacked now, it would undoubtedly be much easier.
"Fellow Daoists, don't fight over this. We wouldn't want that junior to laugh at us for having no rules. Let the second fellow Daoist to appear and challenge him make the first move." Fairy Leng Yue spoke up, stopping the others from swarming him.
They all possessed status and standing. Faced with a Profound Tier cultivator who was injured and clearly weakened, none of them could bring themselves to act arrogantly and insist on fighting.
Two of them withdrew. The remaining cultivator, dressed in gray robes, was delighted. He cupped his fists toward the other two cultivators and laughed heartily. "Many