Qin Shaofeng's face turned green at once.
Why did it feel as though Old Ancestor Gusu was so desperately eager for him to rescue Su Feng?
Could it be that Old Ancestor Gusu and Su Feng knew each other?
But that should not have been possible at all, should it?
The more Qin Shaofeng thought about it, the more he felt that something was off, yet he simply could not figure out what.
But all the Destruction Clan members were moving.
The twelve Twelve-step Peak experts who had originally guarded the Heart of Death, their expressions unchanged by anything, had also turned their gazes toward him, sluggish in his movements.
Qin Shaofeng immediately made up his mind.
He believed Old Ancestor Gusu did not truly intend to harm him, and even if something unexpected really happened, he believed he could find a solution.
Drawing a deep breath, he fully spread his wings and turned, seemingly preparing to fly into the distance.
Only then did the twelve Twelve-step Peak experts withdraw their gazes.
What they did not know was that, the instant Qin Shaofeng turned around, he had already mobilized every bit of cultivation he could use.
His divine sense was locked tightly onto them as well.
The instant he confirmed that they had withdrawn their gazes, he spun around sharply and, catching everyone off guard, charged toward the vortex.
"Stop!"
"What are you doing?!"
"Little thief, how dare you!"
The twelve experts were all greatly alarmed.
They were stationed here not merely to prevent those inside from escaping. More importantly, they were preventing anyone from entering.
With the Destruction Empress absent, they did not want any mishap to occur.
Everything Qin Shaofeng had done before had appeared perfectly normal to them. Who could have expected him to suddenly make such