"Youngster, you're actually still alive. How did you evade the massive self-detonation of this old man's avatar?"
The red-faced old man's expression changed drastically as he stared at the young cultivator who had appeared in the distance without a single injury. Shock surged through the old man's heart to its very limit.
That avatar had been a powerful fire spirit that had already cultivated to the eighth level. In order to seize this Fire Lingering Sky, the red-faced old man had captured it, erased its consciousness, and refined it into one of his avatars.
Relying on this avatar, he had once slain several mid-stage Ghost Lord cultivators who had intruded this far.
This time, not only had the avatar failed to do anything to the young man before him, it had even self-detonated just a few dozen feet away without killing him. It was truly difficult to understand.
"A mere first-rank fire spirit's self-detonation actually thinks it can do anything to this Qin? You've truly underestimated cultivators like us. Since you've already used all your methods, shouldn't it be this Qin's turn to make a move?"
With a flash of his figure, Qin Fengming slowly advanced. Not the slightest unusual expression appeared on his face.
His ability to evade that earth-shattering explosion of the giant fire spirit had to be attributed to luck.
When he had seen the red figure disappear earlier, he had already locked onto it. As it moved at high speed, he had driven the Blazing Sun Cold Light Sword to slash toward the place where it was about to appear.
But just as his divine sense stirred and the immense sword light flashed into existence, the red-faced old man he had kept locked onto suddenly revealed a ferocious expression. Judging from his face, it seemed he