The speed of that blade was already impossible to describe with words. It had barely flashed into existence from the clouds in the sky when it was already above Qin Fengming's head.
Most bizarre of all, the blade made not the slightest sound as it flew, nor did any powerful energy fluctuation appear. It seemed to be nothing more than a phantom, as if it did not exist at all.
Faced with such a swift attack, even among mid- or late-Spirit Severing stage cultivators, only a handful could possibly evade it.
To sense the attack in advance, Qin Fengming would have had to lock onto that patch of white cloud above his head beforehand.
Was such a thing possible? Could anyone keep their attention fixed on the white cloud above their head at all times?
The answer should have been no. No one could keep doing that. Especially not while displaying overwhelming might and cutting down a powerful enemy moments before.
But Qin Fengming was precisely that anomaly among the impossible.
Not only had he locked onto the blue-glowing blade the instant it appeared, but just as the blade chopped down toward his head, he had also unleashed a Treasure Refining Ghost Art secret art.
As his right hand swept out, a beast's roar suddenly reverberated through the air. The terrifying demon beast that had just vanished reappeared in midair.
Amid the beast's roar, the fierce demon beast lunged upward, heading straight toward the sharp blade that was slashing down.
Bang! A muffled clang, as if accompanied by the ring of metal weapons, resounded. A slender three-foot-long sword flashing with blue light suddenly cleaved down onto the back of the demon beast that had abruptly appeared.
A streak of blue light rebounded, flickered once, and vanished back into the white