"Hmph, just a demonic bat merely at the Spirit Severing realm, and it dares to launch a sneak attack on this Qin? Does it truly think this Qin is easy to bully? This Qin will see just how powerful this Silver Blood Demonic Bat really is."
Looking at the demonic bat, which showed a trace of discomfort under the Startled Soul Whisper, Qin Fengming's eyes flickered slightly as he snorted and muttered.
Although he was highly wary of such a renowned Silver Blood Demonic Bat, Qin Fengming was also eager to test himself against it.
When the demonic bat had pounced just now, the Startled Soul Whisper he had unleashed with his current high soul realm had only caused it to lose focus for an extremely brief moment. This left Qin Fengming utterly astonished.
The energy pressure and aura revealed by the demonic bat before him were, at most, equivalent to those of a cultivator at the peak Spirit Severing stage.
Yet a demonic bat at such a realm had displayed only that instant of abnormality under his full-powered Startled Soul Whisper.
This was the most impossible situation Qin Fengming had encountered during all his years of cultivation while using the Startled Soul Whisper. Even when facing someone whose cultivation realm surpassed his by an entire level, the Startled Soul Whisper, when unleashed without warning, had still been exceptionally sharp and often produced astonishing results.
The instant Qin Fengming finished speaking, a terrifying, violent Baleful Intent suddenly erupted from his body.
Although Qin Fengming had not been fond of slaughter over the past thousand-odd years, the cultivators who had fallen by his hand—especially those of the same rank—could already be counted in the hundreds or thousands.
If the souls and ghostly beings were included, the number would reach tens of