The Demonic Light Shadow Art's blade attack did not disappoint Qin Fengming. With that single strike, a cultivator who could be considered a top-tier Profound Tier existence was slain, shocking everyone watching from the surroundings.
The fluctuations stilled, and Qin Fengming appeared in the void without a drop of blood touching him. The sharp aura withdrew, and he coldly turned toward the six remaining people. A furious shout followed from his mouth: "Come over here and kneel. I'll spare your lives."
He had already said those words just moments ago.
When he had said them to the young man earlier, not only had the seven refused to believe him, but none of the thousands of cultivators watching had believed him either. Even Zhuge Tianhao and the others had not believed him.
After arriving here, all seven had made their moves. None of them were mediocre; every one of them possessed formidable strength. Even at his peak, Zhuge Tianhao would certainly have had to endure a bitter struggle and use every means at his disposal to defeat any one of them.
Yet Qin Fengming had killed one of them with a single strike, without even allowing his profound soul or spirit body to escape.
Such terrifying methods truly shook the mighty cultivators who had seen Qin Fengming fight before. There was only one possible explanation: Qin Fengming had not used his full strength when he had fought everyone earlier.
"Damn it, you actually killed Fellow Cultivator Tu! You're doomed. No one can save you."
Seeing Tu Zhang's corpse split in two from shoulder to hip, the six remaining people's eyes immediately turned bloodshot. One of them shouted decisively, and a ferocious aura surged into the sky from his entire body.
He was a middle-aged man with handsome features, but terrifying Killing