"Very nice, two martial nephews easily captured four True Immortals without losing face for our sect."
Qin Fengming clapped his hands, his face beaming with joy, as he finally gained a substantial understanding of his two martial nephews' strength. Indeed, they were the absolute top tier among True Immortal cultivators.
Being the close grand-disciples of a Star Palace Star Ancestor, they were decidedly top-tier individuals chosen for the role.
"Little Martial Uncle, there's still one left. Does Little Martial Uncle want to stretch his limbs?" Ying Fei asked with mischievous playfulness, noticing Qin Fengming with his hands clasped behind his back, and immediately spoke up.
"I don't need to make a move; that old fellow will obediently surrender. You two withdraw your arts and step aside to watch." Qin Fengming strode forward toward the utterly astonished old man ahead.
"What on earth are you people?" The old man's face turned livid as he glared at Qin Fengming and shouted harshly.
"What people are we? You don't need to know. Right now, you only need to understand that the lives of those four are all within your single thought. Surrender obediently, and the four can still live. If you force us to act and capture you as well, then only a dead end awaits you all."
Qin Fengming smiled, unconcerned and breezy.
He could see that these five people came from the same sect. Now four of them had been severely injured and captured, leaving only the old man. The old man had escaped during the earlier battle, so naturally he could have survived, but he had not left even until now, which meant the old man had never thought of fleeing alone.
"You really aren't the culprits who slaughtered the two sects?" The old man glared at Qin Fengming and