C5020 Disguise

Seeing Qin Ming's firm steps, the middle-aged Martial Cultivator retreated even faster.

Especially under the pressure of Qin Ming's aura, the middle-aged Martial Cultivator's face was covered in sweat.

With a plop, the middle-aged Martial Cultivator did not want the dignity of a Saint Beast expert. He knelt down, "Sir, as long as you don't kill me, I can give you anything