"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist He, for driving away that Dark Hall cultivator. Otherwise, what Qin would be facing now would have been extremely dangerous."
Seeing the Dark Hall cultivator flee at high speed and vanish from his spiritual sense, Qin Fengming finally withdrew his gaze. He looked toward He Xuan and smiled faintly.
"You're too polite. Your magic power hasn't recovered yet, so you'd better enter the Divine Machine Mansion. I'll carry you while flying." He Xuan did not stand on ceremony with Qin Fengming. After glancing at him, he spoke.
He Xuan greatly admired Qin Fengming as well.
Although he had not witnessed Qin Fengming battle the Spirit Body of Saintly Venerable Qinglin on Black Mist Island, after Qin Fengming lifted the restrictions on the Divine Machine Mansion just now, he had naturally seen his battle against that mid Spirit Severing stage cultivator.
When He Xuan saw that Qin Fengming had suffered a severe poison, he had wanted to reveal himself and come out. But he suddenly received Qin Fengming's voice transmission, telling him not to show himself.
Though greatly puzzled, He Xuan still obeyed Qin Fengming's instructions.
What happened afterward immediately filled He Xuan, who had already advanced to the mid Spirit Severing stage, with terror.
A mid Spirit Severing stage cultivator who was immensely powerful—one whom He Xuan himself might not have been able to defeat even had he appeared—had actually been unable to withstand a single exchange before a peak Integration stage cultivator who had already lost his magic power. His physical body had been torn apart alive.
Such terrifying offensive power—had He Xuan not seen it with his own eyes, he absolutely would not have believed it.
Although he did not know whether Qin Fengming could still unleash that terrifying attack, He Xuan also knew