The battle between the two had been as swift and fierce as sparks striking flint. From the moment Elder Bai appeared and launched his first attack at Qin Fengming to the moment he staggered back in shock and was pursued by Qin Fengming, not even the blink of an eye had passed.
They said the world was full of sudden reversals. Perhaps this was exactly what they meant.
At first, Elder Bai had thought that, with his peak Ghost Lord strength, he could easily capture a mere mid Nascent Soul stage cultivator on the spot. Who would have thought his opponent would be so difficult to deal with? His body was tough, his speed was astonishing, and neither was inferior to Elder Bai's. In fact, they seemed even greater.
In that instant, the two exchanged blows with their hands dozens of times.
Although Elder Bai's arms had gone numb with soreness, he had ultimately intercepted this wave of attacks as fierce as a violent storm.
He had lived for over a thousand years and naturally knew that remaining on the defensive would only put him at an even greater disadvantage.
Just as he blocked the opponent's powerful assault, magical power surged through Elder Bai's body. A vast mass of black qi suddenly burst forth and instantly gathered before his chest.
"Bang!" A deep, muffled boom rang out. Qin Fengming's fist struck squarely into the old man's chest without the slightest deviation.
Elder Bai had not had time to block this attack at all, because his hands were occupied forming hand seals.
As Qin Fengming's blow landed, a figure shot into the distance in an instant, like a fallen leaf sent flying by a raging wind.
Even Qin Fengming had not anticipated such a change. The Startled Soul Whisper secret art