His figure flashed rapidly as two streaks of escaping light sped away. In the blink of an eye, they had traveled more than a dozen miles. Yawanba—
"All right, let this old man see what you can really do right here." As his voice rang out, a green flood dragon suddenly shot forward. It appeared in the seawater directly beneath Qin Fengming, who was fleeing at top speed.
Green light flickered as the enormous flood dragon's body shot forward like a massive arc of lightning, pouncing toward Qin Fengming.
Seeing the attack suddenly manifest, a fierce glint flashed through Qin Fengming's eyes as he hurriedly pointed with his right hand.
Streaks of five-colored light appeared and instantly condensed into a massive mountain-splitting blade. Its radiance flashed, and a tremendous boom resounded.
"Oh? You actually blocked the flood dragon attack condensed from this old man's secret technique with a single strike. It seems you truly possess the strength to contend with a mid Spirit Severing stage cultivator."
Qin Fengming's figure flickered as he swiftly dodged to one side. At the same time, a soft exclamation escaped Zhao Zhinan's mouth as he came to a stop.
Although the flood dragon had been hastily condensed, this secret technique cast with his methods was not something an ordinary early Spirit Severing stage cultivator could easily withstand. For the young man before him to dispel the attack with a wave of his hand truly astonished Zhao Zhinan.
A peak Integration stage cultivator capable of casually unleashing an attack comparable to that of a Spirit Severing cultivator was something he had never encountered in his tens of thousands of years of cultivation.
Although the flood dragon had been blocked by the Qinglin Sword blade Qin Fengming had condensed, it had not been completely destroyed. Yawanba w-w=y=a-w`e-n=8|