The place where Poison Dragon Ascendant had stopped was precisely where Qin Fengming had deliberately arranged it. The Six Yang Array happened to be positioned between Poison Dragon Ascendant and the three monks.
Standing within the array, Qin Fengming was only sixty or seventy zhang from the three monks.
At such a close range, even if the ambush had targeted an Early Nascent Soul cultivator, let alone one in the mid Nascent Soul stage, it would have been extremely difficult to evade.
Watching the silver lightning bolts streaking through the air, Qin Fengming did not attack again.
Faced with such a powerful attack, even if the opponent did not die, he would undoubtedly be badly battered.
"Ah! Who dares ambush this old monk? Show yourself at once!" Along with the tremendous sizzling of the electric arcs, an enraged shout rang out.
Then a figure suddenly shot out of the electric arcs. He fled dozens of zhang before finally coming to a stop.
The figure's gray monk's robe was now so ruined that not a trace of its original appearance remained. His entire body looked as though it had been burned in raging flames. His formerly gleaming bald head was charred black, and even his snow-white brows had vanished. He looked as if he had been roasted by a blazing fire.
"Whoosh!" A sharp sound tore through the air. A tremendous pressure of energy, enough to make even Qin Fengming tremble violently, shot over from above his head and hurtled straight toward the old monk who had just revealed himself.
"Ah!" A miserable shriek rang out alongside the old monk's earlier shout.
With that scream, a mangled corpse suddenly fell from the sky into the dense mountain forest below.
"You old bastard! You actually killed Senior Disciple Brother Qingyuan! Panto Temple