Qin Fengming was facing a Winged Race cultivator at the peak Spirit Severing stage. It could be said that since he had advanced into the Spirit Severing realm, this was the first time he had truly faced a cultivator at the peak Spirit Severing stage—and this one was also a member of the Winged Race.
Such a rare opportunity for actual combat immediately filled his heart with excitement.
This old man had been able to rely on his own strength to break free from among several hundred Black Soul Beasts with extreme ease. That alone was enough to show how extraordinary his methods were.
If he had been a human cultivator, Qin Fengming was certain he would never have been as relaxed as this old man before him.
After glancing at the old man, Qin Fengming spoke, and his figure had already drifted toward one side.
Knowing that Qin Fengming was not fleeing, the old man did not launch another rapid attack. He merely exchanged a glance with the other gray-robed old man before proceeding unhurriedly toward Qin Fengming's location.
In the old man's eyes, a human cultivator at the mid Spirit Severing stage and another at the early Spirit Severing stage posed little threat. Even if his avatar could not defeat the two in concert, as long as he could kill that young cultivator, turning around to capture and kill the other two would naturally be no difficult matter.
The old man had thought everything through beautifully, but once they truly exchanged blows, his expression suddenly changed dramatically.
In his view, as long as he did not contend with the other party physically, he could rely on his innate divine ability and the pressure of his cultivation realm to suppress and swiftly kill his opponent.
However, after he summoned