Seeing this, Qin Fengming already understood that once the old man unleashed this divine ability, he could no longer use any other secret technique and could only attack his opponent with divine sense.
"Hmph. You want to kill your young master with divine sense? Dream on." Faced with this secret technique attack from an Integration stage cultivator, any other Ghost Lord cultivator would inevitably have lost the power to resist at once. But Qin Fengming had already fought the old man for two years. Though he was somewhat wary, he was not without the strength to fight.
As his divine sense surged within him, an incomparably vast force of divine sense burst forth, instantly transforming into countless sharp blades that struck toward the attacks slashing down from the sky.
In an instant, the air rang with clanging booms, like solid weapons colliding.
Divine sense attacks were exceedingly dangerous. The slightest carelessness could allow the opponent to invade one's sea of consciousness and seize control of one's mind.
Though the Integration stage cultivator had successfully used a secret technique to bind Qin Fengming, forcing him to engage in a head-on clash at the level of divine sense,
his secret technique could only restrain his opponent. It could not increase his opponent's divine sense.
Shichang knew that Qin Fengming's divine sense far surpassed that of a peak Ghost Lord cultivator, but he did not believe it could be stronger than that of a dignified Integration stage cultivator like himself. Thus, he had not hesitated to expend his own vital essence and exert this secret technique with all his might, hoping to end this pursuit as quickly as possible.
But once the true struggle began, Shichang was utterly shocked.
His opponent's divine sense was hardly any weaker than his own. From the very