"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist, you've lost. I hope you won't move rashly. Otherwise, this humble one's treasure isn't very obedient, and it would be unfortunate if you got hurt."
As the two beast roars rang out, the rolling shadows of the whip that had appeared in the air suddenly vanished without a trace. A bone whip hung suspended in midair, as though immobilized by a spell, and did not move in the slightest.
At the same time, a figure flickered repeatedly and arrived before Elder Li. The red sword in his hand thrust forward, reaching the Elder Li family cultivator's chest, while a faint voice rang across the arena.
Facing these Ghost Marshal cultivators, Qin Fengming had actually found it extremely difficult to judge how much force to use. If they had been in a secluded space, he could have revealed a little of his strength and killed his opponent outright.
But with a Ghost Lord cultivator watching, he did not dare display too many of his secret arts and magic treasures.
The power revealed when driving a magic treasure was related not only to the vastness of one's magic power but also, to a great extent, to its purity. The purity of a Nascent Soul cultivator's magic power was naturally incomparable to that of a Core Formation cultivator's. A single slip could expose a flaw.
Even if he did his utmost to suppress it and make his magic treasure appear far less powerful, a cultivator with powerful divine sense could still discern the purity of the magic power contained within.
It was best if he did not have to act personally. That was why he had offered up the two Beast Roar Talismans beforehand, using a secret technique to conceal them in the distance and wait for an opportunity to