Without stopping at all, Qin Fengming's figure flickered as he rapidly retreated more than a hundred zhang.
Although they had exchanged only one blow, the other party's movement technique was so strange that Qin Fengming was already filled with dread.
Before the exchange, the five Integration stage cultivators had been a full two hundred zhang from the towering stone platform, surrounding it in an enormous fan-shaped formation.
Yet that ghost cultivator had been standing at the very center of the stone platform. With only a flash of dark light, he had sent an attack into the Ghost Devouring Yin Mist almost as if teleporting.
Although Qin Fengming had anticipated it and managed to block the attack beforehand, the process had been perilous in the extreme.
Had he hesitated even slightly, or failed to unleash the Profound Micro Pure Radiance Sword in advance, he might have been struck by the other party's attack just now. It might not necessarily have killed him, but that was certainly not something Qin Fengming wished to see.
As he flashed backward, he finally locked onto the blade that had attacked him.
Blue light flickered in his eyes, and an incomparably shocked expression suddenly appeared on Qin Fengming's face. This shock was not terror, but the sheer disbelief of seeing something utterly inconceivable before him.
The sharp blade of dark light wrapped in black yin mist had actually flashed back to the child, who still had not moved from his original position.
The child merely raised his right hand. Five streaks of dark light shot back and vanished into his palm.
Without the Pure Spirit Divine Eye, Qin Fengming would not have been able to see clearly. Under its scrutiny, he discovered that the five sharp blades of dark light wrapped in black yin mist were