Both men wore looks of astonishment. They were clearly stunned by the toughness of each other's bodies.
Seeing the cultivator who had appeared before him—plainly a head taller than himself—Qin Fengming's brows drew tightly together, and his mind began racing.
The tall man wore a black monk's robe. His scalp was gleaming, completely bare, and twelve distinct, evenly arranged jie-scar marks showed on it.
His face was imposing, and his eyes shone brightly. Though he radiated no magical pressure, an oppressive aura still emanated from his tall frame.
"You're a senior monk?" Qin Fengming asked again upon seeing the tall figure standing before him.
"Who are you? Could it be that you knew this fallen man?" The moment Qin Fengming spoke, the tall monk did not answer. Instead, his gaze turned icy as he locked onto Qin Fengming and asked in a chilling voice.
As he spoke, he pointed toward Qi Yu, who lay on the ground.
Seeing the monk speak that way, Qin Fengming instinctively turned to look in the direction indicated by his finger.
Yet just as Qin Fengming's attention wavered, the tall monk's raised arm suddenly trembled. Several cold flashes shot out at once, enveloping Qin Fengming.
The cold flashes were terrifyingly sharp. As they shot forward, several fierce winds accompanied by piercing shrieks directly sealed off Qin Fengming's escape routes. No matter which way he dodged, he would fall beneath the attacks of two or three cold flashes.
The monk wore an imposing expression, but his actions were vicious and sinister. The instant he struck, he revealed murderous intent.
Moreover, his thoughts ran deep, and he acted without the slightest scruple.
Faced with the opponent's sudden attack, Qin Fengming's expression changed abruptly. It was not fear that appeared on his face, but blazing shock and fury