"Those lurking in the shadows released the news—so why have they vanished now? What exactly are they trying to do?"
A young man with a single horn protruding from his head showed a flicker of anger on his face. I won't blame you for setting a trap; it's all for profit. But treating me like a monkey is simply rude.
"I don't know. There has been no news so far. There is an air-restriction formation atop the cliff, so we can't get up there. Breaking the formation will take some time."
Another genius of the Demon Race spoke slowly.
"Look—it's Qin Feng. What is he going to do?"
Someone suddenly cried out in shock. Everyone looked over to see a figure appear atop the sheer cliff face ahead, as if it had been carved by a blade.
He stood three zhang tall, his entire body as thin as a bamboo pole. Wearing a black rain cape and bamboo hat, he resembled an assassin untouched by the affairs of the world.
His figure drifted gracefully, and in merely a few steps, he crossed most of the distance and charged toward the mountaintop.
Just as he was one step away from reaching the top of the cliff, an immense rebounding force descended upon him.
"Get lost."
Qin Feng snorted coldly. A flash of blade light swept before his eyes, and that overwhelmingly powerful rebounding force instantly turned into nothingness. He himself then took a single step and reached the summit.
"Gasp, is this the strength of someone in the top four hundred of the Genius Ranking? I tried that air-restriction formation. Just a slight tremor sent me flying, yet Qin Feng actually shattered the rebounding force so easily and reached the summit?"
"Good heavens, this is what a true genius is. We're