"Many thanks to Master Qin for showing mercy and allowing everyone to stop in time. Otherwise, I fear all the fellow Daoists of the Tianhong Realm would have suffered heavy casualties." Zhuge Tianhao clasped his fists toward Qin Fengming, his words courteous.
"Although this Qin was not born in the Tianhong Realm, I did not wish to truly slaughter so many fellow Daoists. Keeping you all alive will also allow this Qin to collect compensation from your sects." Qin Fengming spoke, stripping away most of Zhuge Tianhao's credit.
The cultivators had only just escaped their peril. With Zhuge Tianhao saying this, they naturally assumed that he had spoken up and persuaded Qin Fengming to relent and stop.
But Qin Fengming was unwilling to let Zhuge Tianhao have his way.
A chill flashed briefly through Zhuge Tianhao's eyes, but his expression remained calm. "Master Qin, I will not hold back in the battle that follows, and I ask that Master give it your all as well. If I am defeated, I will leave myself to your disposal. But if I can win by even one move or half a technique, I ask that Fellow Daoist reduce the amount of wealth demanded from these fellow Daoists."
Qin Fengming's gaze flickered as he looked at Zhuge Tianhao. This man truly possessed an air of righteousness; even now, he had not forgotten to bestow kindness upon the gathered cultivators.
"Since Fellow Daoist Zhuge has said so, this Qin will naturally give you face. If you give up fighting this Qin and admit defeat, then each fellow Daoist here need only pay one hundred million top-grade Spirit Stones' worth of wealth before leaving. If you choose to fight, then should you win, not only will none of the fellow Daoists present need to pay Spirit