Qin Feng's face was perfectly calm, as if he'd known all along that someone was coming.
Streaks of white light flashed by, and soon he was surrounded by black-clad men, at least a hundred of them, brandishing blades and encircling him tightly.
Among them were five men of advanced age; each was brimming with Essence, Qi, and Spirit—a clear sign of extraordinary cultivation.
The altar was densely packed. Sword light flashed in all directions, a bone-chilling air permeating the scene.
A woman stepped out with a blade, looking at Qin Feng triumphantly. "You bastard, didn't expect this, did you! The feng shui here is nice; dying here won't wrong you!"
Qin Feng smiled faintly. "Meiji, are you so sure you can kill me?"
Abe Meiji sneered coldly, "Where does your confidence come from, to say something so bold?"
"If you want to know, I'll show you."
Qin Feng chuckled, his Storage Ring flashed, and a Golden-Scaled Python instantly materialized next to him.
