Whoosh, whoosh! The explosive sounds rang out as enormous stones flickering with dim light streaked through the void, yet none touched Qin Fengming's body. Several demonic bats shrieked, pouncing at empty air as well.
A wave of fluctuation appeared a hundred zhang away, and Qin Fengming once again floated in midair.
"You think deploying a few low-grade magic treasures will be enough to protect you all? You really are frogs at the bottom of a well. Now, I'll let you know what truly powerful methods are." Looking up at the violent energies occupying separate positions two or three hundred zhang away, Qin Fengming's face showed disdain.
After their first strike missed, Ancestor Li Chi and Ye Yu did not attack again.
The four looked at Qin Fengming, whose figure had reappeared. Although each of them was hidden beneath the protection of a secret treasure, a chill surged endlessly through all four of their hearts.
Who was Gu Mingchen? He was the leader of one of Wutian Island's ten super-gangs, with formidable strength of his own. Even Daoist Red Dragon would not dare claim that he could deal with him easily.
Yet Gu Mingchen had been captured in a single blow, without the slightest hesitation, and then killed.
It had been more than twenty thousand years since a leader of Wutian Island's ten great gangs had been slain. Yet now, the scene had appeared clearly before them. What horrified the four most was that Gu Mingchen had been captured while the five of them were jointly surrounding their opponent. Just thinking about it made their entire bodies turn cold.
Qin Fengming felt no psychological burden after killing Gu Mingchen instantly.
He did not like killing, but he had a reverse scale—those close to him could not be touched. If someone offended