Qin Shaofeng, who was walking through the first hundred great mountains, had no idea that his appearance had already shocked three of the highest-ranking figures in the Ten Million Great Mountains.
At this point, he had only just passed the fifty-seventh great mountain.
As he continued onward, he had already spotted quite a few familiar faces.
They were all people who, like him, had emerged from the plaza within the Ten Million Great Mountains. Clearly, those who could enter the Ten Million Great Mountains possessed divine inscription restriction skills on an entirely different level from everyone else.
Although these people had arrived beyond the fiftieth great mountain earlier than he had,
they lacked Qin Shaofeng's methods. When facing the latter fifty great mountains, they had to stop and rest almost every few steps, while also setting up defensive divine inscription restrictions to prevent any danger from arising as they advanced.
Qin Shaofeng's appearance naturally drew all their attention.
Seeing his relaxed, unhurried stride, every one of them rubbed their eyes hard, as though they had been left a mess in the wind.
Qin Shaofeng chose to ignore every gaze directed at him.
As he continued onward without pause, his grasp of attack restrictions grew ever deeper. Even as he walked, he held a short, withered branch in his left hand and a fallen leaf in his right.
They were clearly things one could pick up with a casual reach.
Yet these two items gave the others an extremely dangerous feeling.
It was as though Qin Shaofeng only needed to throw the things in his hands to effortlessly kill anyone present.
These people were not the ones who had originally been waiting outside the Ten Million Great Mountains.
They could all clearly see that with every step Qin Shaofeng took, the