"Hmph, junior, don't get cocky. This humble one will see just what tricks you have that make you feel so good about yourself."
Seeing that his two fellow disciples could only hold their own for the moment against the other side's two insignificant cultivators, Pang Su suddenly felt a bad premonition. But he was ultimately a late Spirit Severing cultivator, and his master was also a Profound level existence standing at the pinnacle of the Cultivation World. Naturally, he still did not take Qin Fengming seriously.
Amid a cold snort, his figure swayed, and gray radiance blazed all over him. A pair of wings suddenly appeared on his back.
Amid the sound of something tearing through the air, his figure abruptly vanished from the spot.
In Pang Su's view, no matter how extraordinary the other party's methods were, he would inevitably fall far short in a contest of physical bodies. Thus, from the moment he began, he had already planned to rely on his vastly superior escape technique to close in and fight the other party with his body.
If he had known about Qin Fengming's deeds in the Burial Saint Valley, he surely would have abandoned this idea.
But Pang Su naturally knew nothing of Qin Fengming's past exploits. Thus, this move of his would undoubtedly send him tumbling into a place of eternal ruin.
Seeing his opponent unleash his powerful escape technique at the outset and intend to engage him in close combat, Qin Fengming could not help but laugh inwardly. Yet he did not comply with the other party's wishes. Instead, as he watched that rapidly approaching figure, a finger emerged from within his sleeve and lightly tapped forward.
A burst of wind and thunder instantly rang across the area, and terrifying tornadoes appeared out of thin