"My Rabbit Master was right!"
Xiao Bai immediately poked his head out of Qin Feng's arms, wearing the same benevolent smile. "We're after money, not lives. As long as you still have money on you, your lives are safe."
"You brat, you're asking for death!"
Qin Feng and Xiao Bai's benevolent smiles earned them no respect.
The four nobodies' faces twisted with pain and fury. Still enduring the agony of having their Wisdom Roots severed, they drew the broadswords in their hands and charged toward the man and rabbit.
"Isn't it nice to be alive?"
Xiao Bai shook his head and sighed, mourning the four men for two minutes.
But they still hadn't realized how dire their situation was. Or perhaps they knew there was no way back. Whether or not they obtained the Great Dao Sprout, they had already offended the God of War Hall.
Their swordplay worked together with practiced ease, forming a blockade around Qin Feng and hemming him in.
"Attack!"
At one nobody's shout, all four swarmed toward Qin Feng.
Their swordplay flowed like a stream, every movement precise and swift—clearly honed through years of practice.
Meanwhile—
Qin Feng wasn't in a hurry to draw his sword.
He pretended to be outmatched while carefully probing their strength.
"So True Immortals aren't that strong after all!"
Qin Feng dodged with ease, having already gauged the True Immortals' strength.
With his current cultivation at the early Earth Immortal Realm, challenging a True Immortal across realms was out of the question. Only by activating half of his combat-enhancement buff could he barely kill a peak True Immortal expert.
"Brat, die!"
Seeing Qin Feng retreat again and again, the four nobodies grew more and more confident.
It was as though they could hear Liang Jingru singing "Courage" in their ears.