Qin Fengming had never been bloodthirsty. Unless someone had offended him far too deeply, he generally would not strike to kill, and would leave his opponent a chance to live.
Only when someone resorted to unscrupulous means to take his life would he erupt and strike, disregarding the consequences.
Yet at this moment, before the gates of a super sect, surrounded by hundreds of the opponent's cultivators, and with other means available to resolve the current predicament, he had chosen without hesitation to kill one of the opponent's peak Profound Tier cultivators. Such conduct was worlds apart from his usual temperament, and seemed rather out of character.
But if anyone knew the fury and shock raging in Qin Fengming's heart, they would understand just how restrained he had been.
Ever since seeing Shichang, Qin Fengming's chest had been filled with a raging fury that was difficult to suppress. Shichang's eyes were cloudy and utterly devoid of spirit. His clothes hung in tatters, and a slender chain bound his entire body. Dried blood covered the exposed skin, clearly showing that he had suffered countless brutal beatings.
For a cultivator to be imprisoned was itself an immense humiliation, let alone when that cultivator was a disciple of a sect.
And not only had he been imprisoned—he had also endured inhuman torture. That was even more unconscionable.
Qin Fengming could almost conclude that Shichang had been tortured because of him. The Han Ning Sect had likely learned of Shichang's relationship with him and determined that he was the person Ancestor Jiao Wei was seeking. Thus, they had dealt him such heavy blows, likely hoping to force Shichang to do something. Shichang must have firmly refused, and that was why he had suffered such torment.
There was no need to think about it. The