The tall, spacious hall suddenly fell silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Qin Fengming had only just arrived, yet in the face of three Mahayana cultivators, he had actually uttered one of the most hate-provoking statements in the Cultivation World.
It was a declaration of war. As long as they were cultivators of the same rank, no one would remain un enraged if their opponent spoke like that. Anyone with a fiery temper would definitely strike and fight on the spot, unless they were timid and admitted they were outmatched.
The three tall, burly men were clearly not the latter. Upon suddenly hearing Qin Fengming's words, all three revealed a trace of stunned disbelief. None of them had expected Qin Fengming to issue such a provocation in public.
In an instant, one of them bellowed, "Brat, you're courting death! Have you grown tired of living? Today, this E will teach you how the word 'death' is written."
As his words rang out, a terrifying aura suddenly surged from him, like a ferocious bird of prey poised to swoop forward.
Qin Fengming cast the burly man a sidelong glance, a hint of contempt in the corners of his eyes and brows.
Yet at that very moment, a faint hum suddenly sounded overhead. Then a terrifying suppressive aura abruptly surged through the hall. The aura was formless, but it was as if countless enormous hands had suddenly pressed down on the burly man, whose aura was billowing around him.
The burly man, standing three zhang tall, let out a muffled grunt. His body suddenly sank, and the square bricks beneath his feet cracked with a crisp snap, shattering outright.
Everyone merely felt the terrifying aura descend upon them without suffering too much impact. The burly man, however, had