"Gah gah, not bad for a junior. You actually managed to take this old man's attack. In several decades, you're the first to do so. Let's put everything else aside for now and exchange a few blows. If you can retreat with your whole body intact, this old man will naturally stop. Otherwise, leave that ghost infant inside you behind."
Seeing Qin Fengming's Qinglin Sword Light intercept his attack, a strange glint flashed through the eyes of the ape-faced Demon Cultivator. He laughed harshly and spoke, showing not the slightest intention of stopping.
As his voice fell, both hands began moving rapidly. With their motion, clusters of black light flickered between his palms. In an instant, ten energy fluctuations several times larger than those of his previous attack surged into being.
As the vast pressure containing incredibly dense Fire attribute energy emerged, Qin Fengming knew that this attack would be earth-shattering.
Seeing that the other party was so incapable of recognizing a good thing, insisting on fighting even after he had spoken, Qin Fengming's anger surged as well.
Qin Fengming naturally held not the slightest fear of a mid Shapeshifting stage Demon Cultivator. With a thought, a giant palm flashing with black light appeared before him, and pressure capable of restraining the soul immediately spread outward.
"Hmph. Then fight. Could this Qin possibly be afraid of you?"
As his voice rang out, the black giant hand shot from his grasp and reached the tall Demon Cultivator in a flash.
"Huh? Your attack was quite fast." Seeing Qin Fengming attack the instant he said he would, the Demon Cultivator opposite him was momentarily stunned.
But faced with the powerful might revealed by Qin Fengming's Soul Devouring Claw, the Demon Cultivator showed no fear whatsoever. His hands continued flipping rapidly without pause.