What was this little bastard trying to do? Driving all of us away—wasn't he afraid something unexpected might happen?
Or was it that... he wanted to use some method he did not want this old man to see?
Though Old Ghost Chen Xing could not fathom it no matter how he racked his brains, he still charged off into the distance as Qin Shaofeng had requested.
After all, they were on the same side now.
As long as it allowed Qin Shaofeng to go all out, he would let the kid have his way this once. At worst, he could reclaim his lost face later.
In any case, Qin Shaofeng was a member of their Seven Stars Sect and had offended the Four Symbols Sect. Even if he wanted to run, there was absolutely no way he could escape.
"What a disobedient old bastard!"
Qin Shaofeng's voice drifted over, nearly making Old Ghost Chen Xing cough up blood again in fury.
Instinctively, he turned around, intending to shoot him a vicious glare.
Yet the instant he turned back, he saw that Qin Shaofeng's entire body seemed to have turned dark green. In particular, even the weapon in his hands had vanished.
His hands swung constantly, scattering clouds of dark green poison gas without pause.
That poison gas was surely extraordinarily terrifying, but amid such heavy snowfall, it could not display its proper effect.
Even so, in that brief span of time, everything within ten meters around him had become a Ghost Domain.
"Hehe, it's time for this young master to reap a proper harvest!"
Qin Shaofeng laughed loudly a few times, then suddenly began running around in all directions.
In truth.
Yan Tianming's order had sent the crowd scattering in flight. Even if Qin Shaofeng did nothing, the poisonous mist