From dozens of yards away, Qin Feng sensed a malicious presence. He turned to see Zhao Xuanmeng approaching, radiating aggression and ill intent.
He was with a group of a dozen or so people, each of them wreathed in Evil Qi. Their gazes were sinister, filled with cruelty and viciousness. Clearly, none of them were weaklings.
Qin Feng's gaze fell upon their leader, Zhao Xuanmeng.
He had a slender build, but he carried the fierce aura of a wolf. He had a hooked nose, and his narrow eyes glinted with a faint green light, hinting at a deep-seated savagery. His hair was styled up under a martial crown, and he wore dark green robes. He projected a heavy, imposing presence, like the king of a pack of beasts.
Qin Feng secretly used a Secret Technique to inspect him, and what he saw were more than ten terrifying Spirit Veins writhing within Zhao Xuanmeng's body, baring fangs and brandishing claws.
