"Yes!!!"
Everyone from the Seventy-two Sects kneeled down in unison at this moment!
Qin Feng scanned the crowd, then nodded in satisfaction.
He did not order the killing of that Deputy Hall Master because killing him would be useless.
He would bet.
Among these ten thousand people, at least ninety percent held the same thoughts as the Deputy Hall Master; one cannot simply kill them all!
He just needed to show his strength, and such individuals would transform into beings willing to die for him!
...
At night.
Zheng Aotian hosted a wine banquet to treat Qin Feng, which was very lively.
Old Drunkard, with his messy hair, approached Qin Feng and laughed, "Brother Qin, I didn't expect you to be more formidable than I imagined. How did I not notice it before!"
Back at the Wealth God Inn in Northwest Yellow Sand City, he knew Qin Feng was no ordinary man.
But he didn't expect him to be this formidable.
