"Hmph. So what if you're a Divine Connection cultivator? This Qin will cross blades with you." Qin Fengming's murmured words rang out, and a staunch resolve surged forth within his heart.
He had encountered Divine Connection realm cultivators before.
Although he did not believe he could kill a Divine Connection cultivator at present, with his own abilities, he was certainly not someone the other party could toy with at will.
His divine sense swept out. He turned and shot toward a place ahead, near Yunmeng Mountain.
Although Qin Fengming was not afraid in the slightest upon facing a Divine Connection cultivator, he knew full well that danger lurked there. Since he was at the edge of Yunmeng Mountain, even if he could not defeat his opponent, he could still risk his life and enter the region shrouded in Yunmeng Mountain's mist.
Although entering it carried the danger of perishing, it posed danger to his opponent as well.
That was because the powerful illusory-realm restrictions contained within those clouds and mist were enough to make even Divine Connection cultivators extremely wary.
Qin Fengming naturally did not believe he could withstand the restrictions within the mist, but if pushed to the limit, he would not mind risking his life to enter it.
At worst, he could directly summon the divine hall and hide inside for a while.
Stopping more than a hundred li from Yunmeng Mountain, Qin Fengming's expression grew solemn. He watched the rapidly approaching streak of light with his lips tightly sealed, not saying a word.
"Are you that kid surnamed Qin?" Blue radiance flashed, and a figure appeared before Qin Fengming.
"Are you Senior Cui Zhenhai, the Supreme Ancestor of Ice Separation Palace?" Qin Fengming stared at the middle-aged cultivator who had appeared. His thoughts raced, and an exclamation