With a mere flicker, the tall figure crossed several thousand zhang and appeared directly before Qin Fengming, who had fallen onto the stony ground. A wild, unrestrained laugh rang out.
The four powerful attacks had only battered his Dharma Body into a collapsed heap on the stone ground; they had not completely killed the young man before him. This filled Saintly Venerable Qinglin's Spirit Body with a trace of anger.
A thought surged through him: he had to cut the young man down completely.
He was merely a human cultivator in the Integration Realm, yet he had managed to withstand his full-strength attack. Such ability was unheard of in the True Demon Realm. He had never heard of anyone at the Integration Realm being able to endure a powerful attack from the Profound Spirit realm.
If the young cultivator before him were given time to grow, and truly reached the Mahayana stage, then even the Spirit Body's main body would be subdued by him.
Even if he only cultivated to the Profound Spirit realm, by then, neither of Saintly Venerable Qinglin's two avatars would likely be his match.
Naturally, the Spirit Body's first thought was to snuff out the danger while it was still in the bud.
Looking at the young cultivator before him, covered in blood and already restored to his true form, the Spirit Body finally reined in his aura. The terrifying might from before vanished without a trace.
By now, he could of course be certain that even if the young cultivator before him was not dead, he no longer posed the slightest threat. Judging from his condition, he would probably find it difficult even to stand.
At that moment, Qin Fengming's face had already lost all color. His tall Dharma Body had been battered by the