The two were already very close to each other. Under Qin Fengming's full-force activation of the Startled Soul Whisper, even a spirit soul of the same stage would surely have fallen into the trap.
The fist shadow wrapped in streaks of lightning was struck by a blade light. An icy aura and terrifying bolts of lightning suddenly erupted from the fist shadow, and in a flash, they immediately enveloped the blade light.
The blade light that had just been evenly matched with Qin Fengming's Mountain Shaking Palm was torn apart by the terrifying cold and streaks of lightning. It instantly shattered like a massive sheet of ice colliding with hard iron.
The fist shadow roared as it continued to slam fiercely forward.
Unfortunately, with the blade light blocking it, the spirit soul's body, which had originally been within the fist shadow's attack range, had already evaded the fist shadow's path.
The fist shadow roared and crashed into the empty space ahead. Its momentum was tremendous, as though it had not lost much energy.
After throwing out the fist seal, Qin Fengming's figure also transformed into a phantom and flew straight toward the spirit soul, which was being harried by the Startled Soul Whisper.
A smile spread across his face. Qin Fengming thrust out a claw, grabbing directly toward the spirit soul's body, which was still frozen in shock.
However, what made Qin Fengming's eyes suddenly go blank was that although his sharp claw had seized the spirit soul's body, he felt no resistance from any energy. His claw plunged in and passed straight through the spirit soul's body.
The spirit soul's body dispersed, scattering into specks of starlight across the scene.
"An attack with sound waves? This old man has one too." Just as Qin Fengming's heart tightened, a cold