Don't Want to Talk? Then Don't

Miao Qisheng was struck by Chen Fei's sword, nearly having his entire body blown apart. Terrifying force rampaged through Miao Qisheng's internal organs, crushing everything in its path, while his elemental power was utterly unable to offer the slightest resistance.

Unable to control his body, Miao Qisheng tumbled dozens of steps before slowly coming to a halt, his clothes already dyed red with blood.

Miao Qisheng struggled to his feet and looked up at Chen Fei, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

The exchange had happened in the span of a hare's rise and a falcon's descent. From Chen Fei thrusting out the God Slaying Sword to the Qian Yuan Sword cleaving down, it had all been completed in almost the blink of an eye.

Even now, Miao Qisheng had yet to fully react. Only the hole in his mind and the wounds covering his body kept reminding him of what had just happened.

Only at this moment did Miao Qisheng understand why Chen Fei had remained so calm when they stopped him.

With such strength, Chen Fei could practically regard other Mid-stage Aperture Refining Realm cultivators as chickens and dogs. The strength Miao Qisheng had always been proud of now seemed somewhat laughable before Chen Fei.

Miao Qisheng watched Chen Fei walk toward him step by step. He wanted to flee, but his body had already been grievously wounded by that sword strike, with countless forces still tangled within him.

Even if Miao Qisheng wanted to burn his blood essence and escape, he could not do so.

Chen Fei's single sword strike had already decided life and death.

"How did you cultivate your Spiritual Power?" Chen Fei looked at Miao Qisheng and asked.

The only thing about Miao Qisheng that had left an impression on Chen Fei was