"This boy must not be allowed to live!"
Long Aotian looked at his injured arm, the Killing Intent in his eyes utterly undisguised.
He had thought Qin Feng was just some lousy Artifact Refiner who posed no threat to him. Never would he have imagined that Qin Feng's talent in martial cultivation would be so formidable.
Ever since he had started cultivating, he had always been the one to challenge people above his level. He had never been challenged by someone above theirs—let alone someone two major realms below him who had managed to wound him at his peak.
"You still don't plan to use it!?"
Seeing that Long Aotian still hadn't brought out the Seven Kill Stele, Qin Feng immediately started drumming away like a Tianjin clapper player in his heart.
He had not only brought out the Xinyan Cradling a Baby Picture, but had also shut the door and let out his second brother and Little San San. He had even used the Zhu Xian Sword Array Diagram. Yet Long Aotian still hadn't brought out the Qin family's ancestral Seven Kill Stele.
"Junior Brother Qin!"
Qian Duoduo came running over, looking utterly battered, and hugged Qin Feng's leg as he began to cry.
He had thought that this trip would let him run into Su Wan, or, failing that, at least give his résumé a bit of polish. Who could have known he'd run into a bunch of immortals fighting it out? Even the shockwaves had nearly sent him to his grave.
Now, the only way he might make it safely home was by clinging to Qin Feng's massive leg.
"Brother, what do we do!?"
Qin Hao gasped for breath, just as battered as the rest of them.
If Qin Feng hadn't given him the Qin Armor of