Desperate Situation

When Old Man Liu saw several demonic cultivators following behind them with their figures concealed, he merely snorted through his nose, showing not the slightest concern. As long as anyone dared step forward and fight over the young lord of Manghuang Mountain before them, Old Man Liu was fully confident he could kill them right on the spot.

Back when he had been alone in that perilous place, the ghostly creatures of the same rank he had slain numbered not fewer than a hundred—at the very least, several dozen.

By then, Old Man Liu had already made up his mind. Faced with such an enormous reward practically within reach, whoever came to compete for it would be met with his thunderclap methods and killed on the spot.

As they drew closer and closer to the young cultivator desperately fleeing ahead, Old Man Liu and the others were overjoyed. As long as they captured the young cultivator alive, that enormous reward would fall into each of their hands.

As time passed and the distance between the two sides slowly vanished, they drew ever nearer.

Just as Qin Fengming realized he could no longer escape this crisis and, gritting his teeth, was about to fight desperately against the people behind him, he suddenly sensed a fluctuation of spiritual power several li ahead. It flashed once and then vanished without a trace.

With his thoughts spinning rapidly, Qin Fengming immediately understood that a cultivator must be hiding where the spiritual power had fluctuated.

Under such circumstances, whether the cultivator concealed ahead was friend or foe, some variables would inevitably appear.

With that thought, Qin Fengming did not change direction in the slightest and continued sprinting forward.

The distance of several li was covered in less than the time it took to burn a