Qin Shaofeng gathered hidden force in his palm and gave the man's shoulder a light, measured pat, as though it were nothing more than an intimate gesture between ordinary friends.
Yet that seemingly casual touch concealed a hidden mystery. A chill aura burrowed into the man's body through the point of contact.
Then Qin Shaofeng strode calmly toward the inn's main hall.
Nie Qianying followed close behind him, her peripheral vision sweeping over the man.
He stood frozen in place, green and white alternating across his face. His body trembled faintly beyond his control, and his legs seemed nailed to the ground, not daring to move an inch.
It turned out that when Qin Shaofeng had patted his shoulder earlier, he had secretly slipped in a trace of lightning arts.
By now, a large wet patch had spread between the man's legs. It was as though all the bones had been pulled from his body, and he collapsed limply onto the floor.
The moment they stepped into the hall, the clamor came to an abrupt halt.
Dozens of gazes shot toward them in unison. Dragon Python Sect disciples surrounded a burly, scar-faced man as they cornered the Blood Demon Sect disciples.
Two Blood Demon Sect cultivators lay on the ground with broken arms, cold sweat beading across their foreheads from the pain.
"You bastards!"
At the sight, Nie Qianying immediately roared in fury.
"Oh? The main characters have arrived?"
Sharp intakes of breath came from the corner.
"So this is Qin Shaofeng? He doesn't look like much..."
"I heard Dong Long fell at his hands. How could the Dragon Python Sect possibly let this go?"
"The woman beside him is the Blood Demon Sect's Saintess, right? Now this will be entertaining!"
The scar-faced man sneered, spitting onto the floor. "I