Qin Feng looked at the Demon Cultivator with a strange expression, then nodded, "Yes, that's it!"
"Ha, what a joke!"
Wei Wusheng's face showed thick mockery, "Stop putting on a show here. That Spirit Turtle is your Riding Tool. Do you think I'm blind and can't see?
Boy, you and your accomplices previously broke into my hiding place, luring two Fierce Beasts to try to kill me, huh huh. You think too simply. I, as an Elder, have cultivated various Demon Path Divine Powers over the years, my Dao Cultivation has greatly improved, how could I be killed by those two Fierce Beasts!"
"Oh?"
Qin Feng looked at him with interest, at his ragged and torn Magic Robe and the bloodstains covering his body, "So, you're saying that you won in the end? You killed those two Fierce Beasts?"
"..."
Wei Wusheng's mouth twitched, ignoring him.
