The First Senior Brother from Brahma Sound Temple had humbly sought Qin Fengming's aid at this moment because of the display Qin Fengming had just made.
Although he had already exchanged a blow with Qin Fengming, he had merely thought Qin Fengming's methods were extraordinary. But just now, the minor cultivator across from him had actually escaped unscathed under the Corpse Chief's powerful attack. This was far beyond his expectations.
When he saw that his junior brother's defenses had been breached by the Corpse Chief in a single strike, and that the junior brother would unquestionably have been gravely wounded if not for his protective secret art, the First Senior Brother was utterly shaken.
At this sight, the First Senior Brother from Brahma Sound Temple was filled with terror. Then, seeing the astonishing energy radiating from the more than twenty barrier walls Qin Fengming had summoned, as well as the formidable pressure of the treasure above his head, the old monk no longer regarded Qin Fengming as a low-level cultivator he could casually toy with.
"Senior Brother, quickly unleash your treasure and secret art. Let us join forces and kill this monster."
After stabilizing himself, the old monk from Brahma Sound Temple naturally refused to keep taking blows passively. He immediately shouted, and with a flash of light, a huge ring-blade more than a dozen zhang long, radiating immense might, appeared. It slashed toward the motionless green-haired monster.
Having heard his junior brother's words, the First Senior Brother naturally did not hesitate. When he opened his mouth, an equally enormous semicircular ring appeared. As its pressure surged, it too struck toward the monster.
Qin Fengming naturally would not stand idle. With a movement of his divine sense, the enormous wine cup above his head drifted forward, while several purple ribbons