The existence capable of trapping two mid Integration stage cultivators was naturally not something the Yin family's Old Ancestor dared take lightly. After receiving a voice transmission from the accompanying cultivator, he immediately went to the place where Qin Fengming was in seclusion.
But he had truly never expected that the young cultivator who emerged would actually reveal energy fluctuations throughout his body characteristic of a peak Integration stage cultivator.
He was certain that when they had first encountered each other and fought, the young man before him had absolutely been a mid Integration stage cultivator.
After all, under those circumstances, concealing his cultivation would have brought him no benefit whatsoever.
In just a few decades, a mid Integration stage cultivator had advanced to the peak Integration stage. Faced with such an utterly inconceivable event, even Yin Zhijiang, an Integration stage cultivator, could not help standing there in a daze.
Even when Qin Fengming's voice rang out, it did not immediately bring him back to his senses.
It was not just him. Fang Liang had been equally, profoundly shocked when he first saw it.
This was clearly not the time to discuss the matter with Yin Zhijiang. With a thought, Qin Fengming directly jolted the old man before him awake from his stupor.
A tremendously powerful soul force suddenly appeared. Yin Zhijiang, who had been unable to react, felt his sea of consciousness abruptly surge and churn. If that soul force had not vanished as soon as it appeared, it might even have damaged his sea of consciousness.
Sensing this, Yin Zhijiang's wariness toward Qin Fengming deepened into profound fear.
Earlier, he had merely believed that Qin Fengming had caught him off guard by suddenly striking viciously, allowing him to subdue him. Now, his opinion had changed drastically.
"Fellow Daoist