"Fengming, leave that place at once. That Integration stage cultivator definitely wouldn't have fallen so easily."
Looking at the young cultivator who had revealed himself, Ke Xingxin and the other two were utterly shocked. They had no idea where the young man had found the courage to face an Integration stage cultivator directly with nothing more than late Nascent Soul stage cultivation.
But both men were seasoned fighters with broad experience. Before Zhuang Daoqin could say anything, Ke Xingxin had already urgently called out to Qin Fengming.
The two sides had only fought for a few breaths. For an Integration stage cultivator to fall before their eyes in such a short time—Ke Xingxin and Zhuang Daoqin would never believe it even if they were beaten to death.
Looking at Poison Saint Venerable, who had fallen into the mountain forest with a mass of blood before him and still lay motionless on the ground, Qin Fengming's expression was as gloomy as could be.
Although that fist-image from the Treasure Refining Ghost Art had struck Poison Saint Venerable squarely, it had felt to Qin Fengming as though he had hit a sack of cotton. He had indeed seen the Integration stage cultivator spit out a mouthful of blood when struck, but he could never believe that a top cultivator from a lower realm had been so easily slain by him.
Hearing Ke Xingxin's shout, Qin Fengming suddenly came to his senses. With a flicker of his figure, he shot backward.
A remnant image flashed, and he had already stopped before the enormous spherical magic treasure. As his surging magical power rushed forth, a mass of pitch-black mist wrapped around the huge sphere.
In an instant, the enormous sphere rapidly shrank. In the blink of an eye, it had transformed into a black