Uncle Ma struggled to get up from the ground, but he could not muster any strength anywhere in his body.
He looked up at Qin Shaofeng in terror and demanded through gritted teeth, "What exactly did you do to me?"
Why could he not use even a shred of strength now? It was as though all the cultivation in his body had vanished without a trace.
What on earth was going on?
To completely shatter all his inner power, how profound would one's cultivation have to be?
He simply refused to believe it and only stared coldly at Qin Shaofeng.
"What could I possibly have done to you?"
Qin Shaofeng smiled faintly, idly playing with an exquisitely crafted dagger in his hand as he walked over and looked down at Uncle Ma from above.
"Shouldn't it be you people who ought to ask what you wanted to do to me?"
"You were playing the pig to eat the tiger."
Once Uncle Ma came to his senses, he immediately cursed loudly.
Qin Shaofeng's mouth twitched.
Why were these elderly cultivators all so strange?
They were clearly the ones who had failed to see through him, yet they insisted on thinking he had been playing the pig to eat the tiger.
Qin Shaofeng shook his head and let out a long sigh.
"Your cultivation has indeed been crippled by me, but I have no intention of killing you."
"I'm in a good mood today. I don't feel like taking a life."
"My cultivation has been crippled. What use is there in staying alive? You might as well kill me with one stroke of your sword."
Uncle Ma's face was full of panic. Knowing that he was in the wrong, regret churned within him.
Had he known earlier, he would have first sounded