Qin Fengming halted in midair, tightly gripping the sharp sword that shimmered with purple-black light. His entire body was wrapped in a menacing mass of Chaos aura, like a terrifying ferocious beast lying in wait, ready to devour a man.
Chaos spirit treasures were powerful objects carrying terrifying Chaos aura. Their might was naturally beyond doubt.
With this Chaos spirit treasure in hand, Qin Fengming was confident he could fight this young Mahayana cultivator.
Qin Fengming did not attack first. Instead, he watched the young cultivator, whose body was once again radiating blue light, keeping his gaze wary as he waited for the attack to fully manifest.
Qin Fengming did not have to wait long. Just as he had completely driven the Chaos spirit treasure in his hand while keeping it hidden and ready, the blue light suddenly flared brilliantly, making Qin Fengming, who had been watching it intently, narrow his eyes.
A strange, hissing sound suddenly rang out, like the rapid flicking of the tongues of thousands upon thousands of venomous snakes.
Yet just as Qin Fengming's vision began to blur, he suddenly saw a mass of blue light abruptly surge upward. It shot forth and swept toward him.
That mass of blue light possessed extraordinary power to tear through the air. Wherever it passed, countless tiny spatial cracks abruptly appeared in its wake. The cracks were densely packed, a horrifying sight.
Faced with the blue light sweeping toward him with its razor-sharp cutting power, Qin Fengming did not hesitate in the slightest. The purple-black sword in his hand cleaved out accordingly.
At once, a purple-black radiance flashed across the scene. Amid the gleaming purple light, a savage, berserk gale suddenly erupted, followed by a terrifying dragon roar that shook the heavens.
As the dragon roar reverberated, purple-black mist