The situation was urgent. Yan Tianming had no time to look further and suddenly roared, "Zhang Xingtong, what the hell are you bastards doing? With so many Eighth-tier Saint Star Position experts, how can you not even stop an ant with First Grade Saint Star Position cultivation?"
"Lord Yan, Zhang Xingtong is already dead."
An Eighth-tier Saint Star Position expert pursuing Qin Shaofeng shouted.
"There is something strange about that boy. He killed several Eighth-tier Saint Star Position experts one by one with a single move, and the poison he used is so potent that even we Eighth-tier Saint Star Position experts must resist it with all our strength, or we too will be poisoned," the man continued.
Yan Tianming truly felt as though his heart could not bear it any longer.
From the first time he met Qin Shaofeng, he had sensed that something was wrong with him.
Yet because of the circumstances at the time, as well as that cry of "Master" from Qin Shaofeng, he had chosen to kill him at any cost.
But who could have imagined that a moment's carelessness back then would bring such a huge crisis upon himself?
Hearing him refer to himself as "this seat" again and again, how could he not know Qin Shaofeng's identity?
Qin Shaofeng was far too young, completely unlike him.
He kept the words "this seat" on his lips because he had long occupied a high position, but even that form of address depended on the situation. Most of the time, it was merely for intimidation.
Given Qin Shaofeng's age and cultivation, his repeated use of "this seat" was clearly meant to intimidate others.
Of course, they would not care about a child calling himself "this seat."
Then, when all was said and done,
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