Not long after, the three of them drew close to an island.
The two Immortal Realm cultivators had not said where Divine Son Mo Sheng had settled down to await Qin Fengming, but it was easy to guess that it had to be on one of the nearby islands ahead. Thus, with Qin Fengming at the front, he led the mighty army of cultivators toward the island in a vast, surging mass.
The island was ten thousand miles from the island where Southern Dipper Market was located, and no cultivator force maintained a permanent presence there.
The purpose of the island's existence was to serve as a battlefield for cultivators. If cultivators developed conflicts or grudges in Southern Dipper Market but did not wish to resolve them there, they would arrange to meet on this island.
Fighting here was fair to both sides. The island was vast, and if one was outmatched, one could simply rely on one's own abilities to escape.
But if they fought on the dueling platform in Southern Dipper Market, there would be no such convenience for fleeing.
At this moment, Qin Fengming's spiritual sense could probe nearly a hundred miles. Before he even reached the island, he had already spotted four cultivators on a mountain peak at its edge. All four were male cultivators. One was seated cross-legged atop a huge rock, while the other three stood guard at the summit. Immortal Spirit Energy radiated from all four of them; they were clearly all Immortal Realm existences.
There was no need to ask. The middle-aged man sitting on the huge rock had to be Divine Son Mo Sheng.
Qin Fengming did not hesitate and went straight to the front of the mountain peak.
"Damn it! Brother Qian and Brother He were actually captured by that