The voice jolted Qin Fengming out of his turmoil. He turned to look, and a surge of anger suddenly rose in his heart.
Seven cultivators had come, and all of them were Immortal Realm powerhouses. So many Immortal Realm powerhouses together at once immediately made Qin Fengming think of one possibility.
Among these seven, there should be someone at the level of a Divine Son.
Qin Fengming's gaze flickered and immediately locked onto one of them, a man in golden armor. He was a young cultivator with a face cut like a knife, sharp eyes, and a cold, stern expression. Among the seven, he had the sense of a crane standing among chickens.
"Who are you?" Qin Fengming's expression was calm as he watched the seven arrive at high speed and stop ahead of him. His tone was cold as he asked in return. At the same time, incantations circulated within his body, and he prepared himself to flee into Thousand Rivers Land at any moment.
Right now, he had to figure out whether the young cultivator being protected by the other six was someone ranked on the Immortal Realm Ranking List, and what his ranking was. If he ranked in the top hundred, then Qin Fengming would have to prepare to run for his life.
"Hmph, a mere Mahayana dares speak like this, showing such disrespect to us! Ah... it's you! You're that Qin Fengming who defeated Divine Son Mo Sheng at Southern Dipper Market!" Just as Qin Fengming had expected, the moment the seven stopped, someone immediately recognized him.
"That's right. I am Qin Fengming. Who are you?" Qin Fengming looked at the seven and asked again, still showing no sign of deference.
His mood was already poor. After being barged in on by them, how could he