With the old man surnamed Dai's fall, the enormous creature pursuing Qin Fengming suddenly froze. Then, like flying ash, it dissipated into the air.
Sensing the powerful attack Ouyang Chen had unleashed, Qin Fengming did not stop. With a flash, he moved dozens of zhang away before turning to look at Ouyang Chen with a solemn expression.
A single strike had annihilated the old man surnamed Dai. Ouyang Chen, whose face was slightly pale, was also beaming with joy. He pointed at the white blade, which was a full forty zhang away. After circling once, it flew back above his head.
He looked up at Qin Fengming, who was hundreds of zhang away, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, only to vanish in an instant. With a wave of his hand and a shift of divine sense, the enormous white blade suddenly shrank and flashed into his sleeve.
"Ha ha ha. Brother Qin, don't be alarmed. This is an ancient treasure Ouyang obtained by chance, and it is truly extraordinarily powerful. However, driving this treasure consumes an enormous amount of energy. With Ouyang's current cultivation, I can only drive it for a short while."
Seeing the wariness appear on Qin Fengming's face, Ouyang Chen laughed and revealed the truth, as though trying to dispel the caution in Qin Fengming's heart.
With Qin Fengming's experience, a name suddenly surfaced in his mind upon seeing the tremendous power of the magic treasure Ouyang Chen had unleashed: a replica spirit treasure.
Something powerful enough to leave a Nascent Soul cultivator no chance to fight back and kill him outright could only, in Qin Fengming's current estimation, be one of the legendary replica spirit treasures.
Spirit treasures were objects of the Upper Realm. It was said that their refining methods existed only