Other than Pei Ling, all the other newcomers' faces changed dramatically.
A Nascent Soul Realm cultivator!
Even if the people behind him didn't join in, the few of them would never be a match for a Nascent Soul Cultivator if they attacked together!
Fan Ping was very pleased to see the newcomers finally looking frightened.
But as he swept his fierce gaze over the crowd, savoring the way they instinctively shrank back, his eyes landed on Pei Ling—and his brow immediately furrowed.
There wasn't the slightest hint of emotion on the other man's face. It was as if he had seen scenes like this countless times and couldn't care less.
Fan Ping sneered, then pointed at Pei Ling and said coldly, "You. Step out!"
Pei Ling's expression remained calm. Without a word, he stepped out from among the newcomers.
After sizing him up, Fan Ping asked, "A disciple of one of the Nine Great Sects?"
The man who had come earlier had already taken one of the Nine Great Sects' disciples away. But this kid was far too composed!
That air of confidence didn't seem like a bluff.
Fan Ping worried the man might have overlooked this fellow, so he decided to confirm his identity before making a move.
Pei Ling walked to his side and sent him a direct mental transmission: "Take me somewhere suitable for cultivation."
As Pei Ling spoke, a rune flashed in his eyes.
At the sound of his voice, Fan Ping's savage expression suddenly froze. Then his gaze shifted to Pei Ling, becoming one of absolute obedience.
The next moment, Fan Ping quickly replied, "Follow me!"
He turned around and roughly shoved the crowd aside for Pei Ling, leading the way.
Pei Ling followed close behind.
The people nearby watched the two of them leave