Upon seeing Qin Fengming suddenly appear, Tang Lin, a mid Integration stage cultivator, was even more astonished than when the enormous flood dragon had instantly destroyed his magical treasure moments ago.
Faced with the dozen or so five-colored streaks of light that had attacked him, Tang Lin had initially thought that a late Integration stage cultivator had suddenly launched an assault. Such a massive attack was something even he would have struggled to execute.
Although several hundred years had passed, Tang Lin still recognized Qin Fengming at a glance.
Back then, on Myriad Gaze Island, Qin Fengming had dared to show no fear whatsoever before the long-renowned island master of Blazing Flame Island despite possessing only a late Nascent Soul stage cultivation base. He had even had several of his subordinates fight Lie Yang. Although he had relied on the power of a formation, he had still shocked the many cultivators present at the time.
More than two hundred years ago, news had spread that Qin Fengming had led several peak Nascent Soul cultivators and directly slaughtered everyone on Blazing Flame Island. Lie Yang had even fallen at Qin Fengming's hands.
When Tang Lin had heard this back then, he had not thought much of it. But now, he found it difficult to remain calm.
Just as Tang Lin's figure paused slightly, an even denser stench of blood surged from behind him. Within a massive figure wrapped in dark-green demonic mist, it had already flashed into view several miles away.
"Brat, you're courting death!"
Attacked from both front and rear, fiery light finally flashed in Tang Lin's eyes. After withdrawing his damaged life-bound treasure, he swung both hands out without the slightest hesitation. Golden light instantly blazed wildly across his body, and palm imprints appeared one after another, sweeping toward