Qin Fengming had naturally known the power of that dragon bone for a long time.
When he had faced the attack of Saintly Venerable Qinglin's Spirit Body, that dragon bone had been able to withstand it. Now that he was facing merely a peak Spirit Severing cultivator, Qin Fengming was certain that as long as he brought it out, he would be able to stand undefeated.
With something to rely on, Qin Fengming naturally felt at ease. Blue radiance flashed wildly in his eyes, and in an instant, he took in the eight figures around him. Fine light flickered in his eyes, and an almost imperceptible smile appeared on his face.
Without the slightest hesitation, he swiftly urged his spiritual sense. The Silver Spirit Shield guarding his back suddenly erupted with flashing silver radiance and vanished into thin air with a whoosh.
Amid the flashing silver light, it appeared directly before one of the rapidly approaching illusory figures, intercepting a sharp spear thrusting straight ahead.
As the Silver Spirit Shield vanished, the long sword in Qin Fengming's hand also swept out. Sword flowers appeared in succession, and the exquisite sword techniques of the Thirteen Forms of the Willow were unleashed without obstruction through the several-zhang-long Profound Micro Pure Radiance Sword.
"How is this possible? You can actually identify where this Old Monster's true body is?"
A booming crash rang out, followed by an extremely astonished voice that suddenly echoed across the scene. Though the voice remained ethereal, Qin Fengming had now locked onto the place from which it came.
As a massive burst of energy erupted from the collision of two powerful treasures, a solid old man's figure appeared within the energy shockwave produced by the clash.
His figure flashed once, and he shot out of the raging astral wind.