"Qin Feng! To slaughter our comrades right in front of 800,000 of us... you are utterly arrogant!"
Faced with the furious, suppressed accusation from the Martial Artist below, Qin Feng, who was suspended in the air, showed not a hint of gravity. Instead, he erupted into wild, unbridled laughter.
"Hahaha—"
"And what of it?"
Empowered by his Mental Power, the laughter boomed like rolling thunder, echoing clearly in the ears of the 800,000 prodigies present, filled with undisguised dominance.
His laughter slowly subsided. His gaze swept impassively across the faces below, contorted with rage, as he spoke in a tone that permitted no dissent:
"I will be cultivating my insights here. All of you are to leave. Immediately."
The moment he spoke, the entire platform plaza erupted into chaos.
"Qin Feng! How dare you speak such arrogant words!"
"Kill him! Avenge our fallen brothers!"
"Does he really think the 800,000 of us are pushovers?!"
"Formations!"
