For a peak Spirit Severing cultivator, a distance of several dozen yards was scarcely any different from standing face-to-face.
If one struck without warning, the attack would reach the other person almost as soon as one raised a hand.
Against the cold-faced young man's attack, if Qin Fengming had only begun considering his response when his opponent moved, he would inevitably have been half a beat too late.
But from the moment he approached the group, he had already considered the possibility that all seven cultivators might attack together. He had prepared his response as well.
Now that only the young cultivator struck without warning, Qin Fengming naturally anticipated his move and unleashed the Startled Soul Whisper first.
This young man was presumably a practitioner of a body-refining cultivation art. Rather than remain where he stood and unleash a secret technique against Qin Fengming, he directly employed a bizarre movement technique, intending to close in and seize him.
Of course, in the cold-faced young man's eyes, Qin Fengming was merely an early Spirit Severing cultivator. At such close range, he was fully confident that he could capture him as soon as he struck.
Once he had him in his grasp, Qin Fengming would have no choice but to obediently submit.
As for the other peak Spirit Severing cultivators, they would likewise have to watch his expression before acting.
But what sent a sudden chill through Zheng Jiang's heart was that, just as he reached Qin Fengming's side and prepared to launch a surprise physical attack, a strange burst of soul energy abruptly surged into his sea of consciousness with a sound that left his head reeling.
In an instant, his mind froze, his body felt weightless, and he could no longer sense anything.
Although four of the six peak Spirit