The two of them stepped forward, unleashing the power of Pure Yang, shaking the mountain forest violently as the fierce winds began to howl, and their oppressive spiritual pressure burst forth.
Qin Ming shook his head and said, "Just you two? You're past your prime, all old bones, not fit to wield a blade. You shouldn't be out here jumping around. Tell me, where are you from, and who is your employer?"
The two were taken aback. Is this young man really so confident? They couldn't help but scan their surroundings—was there a hidden expert accompanying him?
Qin Ming sneered and said, "Stop looking, it's just me. But you two aren't even Grandmasters, so who gave you the guts and confidence to come find me? You're just Fourth Realm Great Perfection, slightly diminished due to your own decay, and you dare to reach out to me?"
