"Elder Shi, don't hold back. Beat him into a pig's head and let's see if he can still act so arrogantly."
"Elder Brother Shi, use your strongest attack right away. Don't give him any chance to retaliate."
The gathered cultivators were furious, and shouts erupted all around. Qin Fengming was simply too detestable. He had completely disregarded the hundred or so Mahayana cultivators, making them feel they had lost face and causing their anger to surge like a raging tide.
Qin Fengming stood motionless, sweeping his contemptuous gaze over the gathered cultivators. Then, with a languid expression, he looked toward the young cultivator approaching amid a vast surge of energy, making no move to attack.
He had already seen that this young Mahayana cultivator, Kong, was clearly skilled in physical attacks. Qin Fengming had never feared anyone in a contest of physical strength. Even when facing Ji Jin's Immortal Demonic Body, he had never been intimidated.
The young cultivator secretly snorted, excitement showing in his eyes.
His true form was a Scaled Beast, and he excelled at close-quarters physical combat. Among cultivators of the same rank, hardly anyone was his match physically.
Seeing Qin Fengming rapidly approach him, yet neither dodge nor retreat, nor even unleash a divine ability, simply standing there and allowing himself to pounce over, delight immediately appeared in the depths of the young man's eyes.
He was certain that once he got close, his opponent would completely lose the initiative. By then, he would become his prey, ready to be toyed with and crushed.
However, he had thought too much. Just as he approached to within four or five zhang of Qin Fengming, his heart bursting with delight as he believed he could instantly clash with his opponent's physical body, Qin Fengming's hands, which had remained