The void churned, and the sea suddenly surged and roared, as if an invisible gale had swept across it. In the distant surroundings, Qin Fengming's clear voice could be heard in an instant. The dozen or so Mahayana cultivators nearby suddenly felt their eardrums thunder, as though a bolt of lightning had exploded beside their ears.
Hundreds of miles away, the cultivators who had come to watch were struck the moment the sound reached them. Most of them tumbled into the monstrous waves, knocked unconscious by the sound waves.
Qin Fengming had done this deliberately. He wanted the cultivators to develop awe toward him and the Manghuang Sect.
He had thought about many things over the past few days. The Three Realms War could erupt at any moment. Once the Three Realms fell into chaos, no one could say that any place would remain peaceful. To keep the sect stable, the first priority was to establish his might. Being kind to others was only suitable when the world was at peace.
Once the Three Realms descended into chaos, anything could happen. There would certainly be people seeking to fish in troubled waters and attack the Tianhong Realm Domain. Only by making all the cultivators of the Three Realms wary of the Tianhong Realm Domain could he ensure the stability of the entire realm domain.
By establishing his might on Ice Plains Island and letting the Three Realms know that the Tianhong Realm Domain was not weak and easy to bully, he could naturally intimidate quite a few petty villains.
Most of these cultivators had come harboring ill intentions. In that case, he would use them as sacrificial offerings and announce to the cultivators of the Three Realms that since Qin Fengming had dared to challenge Ancestor Jiao Wei, he had