At that moment, Qin Fengming's heart was surging like a storm-tossed sea.
At first, he had intended to rely on his thunderous methods to capture or kill his opponent outright. Yet after their fierce battle, not only had he failed to do anything to the other party, he even felt as though he had been forced onto the back foot.
Although his opponent seemed somewhat savage, he appeared to possess far greater intelligence than the other Demon Cultivators.
The Demon Cultivator opposite him had not immediately fought with his life on the line. After his first strike failed, he had instantly shown signs of wanting to stop.
If they had been locked in a deadly grudge, Qin Fengming could naturally have unleashed more than a dozen Thunderous Talismans, severely wounded his opponent, and then blasted him to death.
But faced with a Demon Cultivator who seemed to possess the bloodline of some ancient strange beast, Qin Fengming knew that although every part of the creature's body was a treasure, he had no idea what use any of it might be. Thus, he had lost the desire to pay such a tremendous price to fight the other party to the death.
Seeing the Demon Cultivator speak so openly, Qin Fengming understood that the other party was also harboring his own misgivings.
"Mm. Fellow Daoist Zhuyan's strength has truly earned this Qin's admiration. You and I have no grudge between us, so there is naturally no need to fight to the death. Since Fellow Daoist has already had your fill of battle, this Qin will no longer make a move."
Both sides had been wary of each other, so they naturally came to an immediate agreement and stopped attacking one another.
"Hahaha. With Fellow Daoist's methods, your coming near this Zhuyan could