Qin Fengming felt nothing unusual about capturing the Young Master of Mount Qi Yun so easily.
With Qin Fengming's current abilities, even a cultivator of the same rank with heaven-defying powers would find it impossible to escape his fierce attack if caught completely off guard.
Moreover, the time Qin Fengming now needed to unleash his secret techniques was practically negligible. He was several times faster than he had been at early Core Formation.
Although the Young Master of Mount Qi Yun had reacted swiftly, the brief delay as he prepared to unleash his secret technique had already given Qin Fengming enough time to launch several of his own.
His figure swayed, leaving a fleeting afterimage, and he appeared before the Young Master of Mount Qi Yun. With a wave of his hand, a spell shot into the young master's body. He then briefly searched him, gathering twenty or thirty storage rings and Spirit Beast Pouches into his hands.
Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Fengming flashed away again, shooting toward a chamber in the distance.
Before he even reached the chamber entrance, three streaks of golden lightning shot from his hand.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three thunderous explosions sounded almost simultaneously. Under those three immensely powerful attacks, the restrictive spell at the chamber entrance could not hold out for even a moment before vanishing like smoke.
Qin Fengming did not pause at all. With a flicker, he entered the chamber.
Watching the three streaks of golden light unleashed by the middle-aged cultivator before him, the Cultivator surnamed Ding was shocked beyond measure. Their power inspired an urge to fall to his knees in worship. He was certain that even an attack unleashed by the sect master could never possess such might.
"Ah! Elder Brother Qin, how did you get here?"
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