Qin Fengming paid no attention to this Mahayana from Void City wantonly gnawing and licking at Jiao Wei. As long as Ka Ao sat upright, he had nothing to fear from anyone plotting against him.
Even if someone did plot against him, Qin Fengming would not be overly wary. Many of his methods were area attacks. No matter what schemes they used—even if they surrounded him in numbers—once he unleashed them, everything within several hundred miles would be caught in the aftermath. How many people were present truly made no difference.
Qin Fengming swept his gaze over the three women before finally settling it on Ancestor Jiao Wei.
At this moment, Ancestor Jiao Wei was even more extraordinarily dashing than he had been in the Chaos Realm. He wore a moon-white robe of cloud-patterned brocade, with a three-finger-wide pale-purple sash around his waist. A jade pendant and pouch hung from it, giving him a clean, sharp appearance and an air of exceptional bearing.
If they were competing solely in appearance and figure, Qin Fengming had already lost without needing to compare.
Qin Fengming had never paid much attention to his own appearance; "unkempt" would be a fair description. Fortunately, he was young, his skin still brimming with elasticity, and his black hair cascading like a waterfall. Even without grooming, he looked vigorous, radiant, and full of sunshine.
Ancestor Jiao Wei looked at Qin Fengming, a cold, sinister intent radiating from his eyes.
Although the two were still far apart, Qin Fengming could sense the murderous intent filling Ancestor Jiao Wei's heart.
Ancestor Jiao Wei might not have cared much about the descendant Qingyu had killed, but the humiliation Qin Fengming and the others had inflicted on him by ganging up on him was seared into his bones. He hated Qin