"Whoosh!"
A crescent-shaped cold gleam appeared before Qin Feng, slashing towards him at the instant he materialized.
"Elders, please hold your hands!"
Golden light emerged around Qin Feng, forming a defensive shield that blocked the crescent-shaped cold gleam. Seeing that the other elders in the underground space were also making hand gestures to wield divine skills and magical treasures, commanding their spiritual beasts to launch an attack, he knew this was because his way of abrupt appearance was too unexpected for them, leading them to think he was a high-level expert from the Demon Clan.
It wasn't surprising that the elders acted so hastily. After all, usually, if it was one of their own, there'd be some noise upon entry. Qin Feng, however, had twisted space and appeared out of nowhere, which would startle anyone.
"Hmm? It's you!"
