Ye Han and Yuwen Changgeng both saw it clearly: the attack from the young man at the early Profound Spirit stage before them was merely highly effective at restraining demonic and ghostly cultivation techniques. If Yuwen Changgeng had unleashed an equally powerful attack, the confrontation would certainly not have ended in such a deadlock.
Even so, the fact that an early Profound Spirit cultivator could unleash such an attack head-on had already left the two peak Profound Spirit cultivators deeply astonished.
Though it appeared evenly matched, Qin Fengming's wave of sword-lotus attacks had still failed to completely withstand Ye Han's palm seals. Three palm seals broke through the sword lotus's defense and swept toward Qin Fengming's body.
Qin Fengming seemed to have anticipated this long ago. As the palm seals rushed toward his face, not the slightest trace of panic appeared. His figure flashed, and an afterimage appeared where he had stood.
Wrapped in the immense restraining force of the three palm seals, Qin Fengming's body seemed not to have encountered any obstruction at all. With ease, he emerged beyond the range covered by the massive palm seals.
"If you want to kill this Qin, it may not be so easy for you either." After that strike, Qin Fengming did not attack again. Instead, he held his sword diagonally, his eyes shining as he gazed at Ye Han and spoke without the slightest heat in his voice.
Although Qin Fengming's expression was calm at this moment, his heart was anything but.
Two test strikes alone were naturally insufficient to determine the precise strength of the Blood God Sect's peak Profound Spirit Supreme Elder before him. However, those two exchanges had still made Qin Fengming somewhat wary.
Any peak Profound Spirit cultivator could be said to be no simple existence.
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