Although Qingfeng didn't recognize those self-cultivators, they followed behind him as if he was a guardian angel that they could rely on to survive.

Now the shorthaired self-cultivator was killed by the desert poisonous scorpion, which humiliated Qingfeng. 

Anger flashed in Qingfeng's eyes as he opened his mouth and spat out a ray of especially sharp golden energy. It tore through the void with incredibly fierce energy, immediately shooting onto the desert poisonous scorpion and tearing its body in half.

Qingfeng noticed then that the desert poisonous scorpion wasn't very big, of only twenty of so centimeters, but there were many black poisonous thorns that were sharp. Once it touched the self-cultivators' skin, it could easily tear apart their bodies.

All the several hundred self-cultivators behind Qingfeng sighed in relief when they saw that Qingfeng's golden light had killed a desert poisonous scorpion, and they looked at Qingfeng with gratitude.

They knew