"Impossible, absolutely impossible!!"
The Hidden Sect Master could no longer remain calm. He couldn't understand how Qin Feng had managed to lock onto him.
Qin Feng hadn't just been stripped of his sight. His senses of taste, hearing, smell, and touch had also been taken away. To be safe, he had even concealed his own aura. By all rights, there was no way he should have been able to track him down.
With a whoosh, the sword flashed—and his root was severed!!
Qin Feng showed no sign of explaining himself. He simply appeared with the ancestral demonic sword in hand and cut off the man's root.
"Ah!!"
The Hidden Sect Master experienced the rules of the Ancient Wasteland firsthand. A mask of agony twisted his face as he let out a miserable cry.
"Hiss!!"
Every man present sucked in a sharp breath, then instinctively clamped his legs together.
They had thought the rules of the Ancient Wasteland were Xiao Bai's original creation, but they never expected Xiao Bai to have inherited them from Qin Feng. It also reminded them of the legend surrounding the Rootless Sect Master a hundred years ago.
"Just as expected of Brother Lin!"
Lin San couldn't help sighing. He had long since gotten used to this sort of thing.
"What a bastard!"
Zhao Changsheng muttered under his breath at the sight.
The reason he hadn't secretly gotten even after Qin Feng had tricked him wasn't that he lacked confidence in his own strength. He knew just how low Qin Feng's standards could sink. One wrong move, and he might find himself experiencing the rules of the Ancient Wasteland.
"I don't know him!"
Yu Lan quickly looked away, declaring that she didn't know Qin Feng.
"Oh, heavens!"
Zi Yuan pressed a hand to her forehead, feeling a