Although Qin Fengming was startled by the legendary Outer Realm Devil Race, he felt not the slightest fear. Instead, he was filled with curiosity about the Devil Race before him.
"This Daoist friend, this Qin had no intention of fighting you. Your true cultivation has presumably already reached the late Demon King stage, while I have only just passed my tribulation and entered the early Demon King stage. Even if you seize this Qin's body, do you think you could still roam freely in the Outer Realm Demonic Domain?"
Seeing that the other party had not attacked immediately, Qin Fengming calmly cupped his fists toward the Devil Race before him and spoke in an indifferent tone. He seemed completely unafraid of the soul treasure floating in the air and radiating tremendous might.
But in his hand, he had already clasped a treasure.
"This junior is quite composed. Of course, this old man knows what you said, but how could you know the hardships of cultivating in my Sacred Domain? So what if your true realm is low? As long as this old man devotes himself to cultivation for several hundred years, his cultivation will naturally recover. That will still be better than constantly worrying about being devoured by my other incarnations. Junior, resign yourself to your fate."
The Devil Race opposite him looked at Qin Fengming, and a sharp glint suddenly flashed through his eyes. After speaking coldly, he no longer intended to say anything more. With a point of his finger, the huge blade suspended in the air suddenly flashed and vanished.
A massive soul-force fluctuation erupted, and the enormous blade appeared dozens of zhang before Qin Fengming.
As surging soul force churned, a sinister blade more than a dozen zhang long emerged. Carrying a terrifying soul-force fluctuation, it