These two Dragon Horses could have served as guardian spirit beasts in an ordinary small sect.
Yet here, they were merely beasts of burden pulling a palanquin.
It was clear that the palanquin's owner was no ordinary person.
Of course, that was only from the perspective of ordinary cultivators.
When Qin Shaofeng came out and saw this scene, his tone remained calm and unruffled.
"Master Dong, is it?"
"You hide your head and show your tail. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were some old rat demon!"
Hearing Qin Shaofeng speak like this, Master Dong's voice turned incomparably icy.
"What a sharp-tongued little brat. I'm afraid you have no idea what sort of person you've provoked."
The next instant, a terrifying aura emerged from the palanquin.
The pressure belonging to a Mahayana Stage cultivator spread outward. Every cultivator within a hundred miles felt their scalps go numb, and some weaker ones were directly forced to "fall onto all fours."
Yet Qin Shaofeng remained exceptionally composed, without even the slightest change in expression.
Seeing this, Master Dong narrowed his eyes.
"Boy, whose disciple are you? What sect or school do you come from, and which Lineage do you belong to?"
"If the force behind you is enough to make me take notice, you can leave safely today."
"But if you lack sufficient strength to protect you... then you're finished."
Qin Shaofeng burst into laughter. "How ridiculous!"
"If you want to make a move, then go ahead. I won't be afraid."
Seeing Qin Shaofeng act this way while displaying no overwhelming strength, Master Dong could not help but feel suspicious.
Just what was going on with this Spirit Transformation mid-stage brat...
Master Dong instinctively sensed that something was not right. Narrowing his eyes again, he asked,
"What exactly are you