With his eyes blazing, Mo Qing stared intently at Qin Fengming, who stood only a few dozen zhang away before him. A sharp look suddenly appeared in his gaze.
He truly had not expected that, in this vast and empty land, a peak Profound Spirit cultivator would dare speak to him so tit for tat.
Mo Qing was eccentric by nature, and the cultivators who had fallen by his hand were too numerous to count. Among them were no shortage of late-stage and peak Profound Spirit cultivators.
In the past, whenever any low-level cultivator encountered him, they would speak deferentially and respond with the utmost caution.
He had never before seen a peak Profound Spirit cultivator dare to show him such utter disregard.
Seeing Qin Fengming's calm expression, a smile appeared on Mo Qing's face. Yet deep within that smile lurked wisps of chilling intent.
Suddenly, Mo Qing, who had been smiling broadly, abruptly raised his arm. A mass of pale azure light suddenly flashed into being.
The light burst forth, dazzling the eyes. Amid its radiance, a bony claw appeared, and in a single flash, it reached Qin Fengming's face.
Before the claw had fully manifested, a terrifying aura of restraint had already surged toward him, instantly enveloping Qin Fengming's body. He felt the magical power within him abruptly becoming bound.
Facing this sudden claw attack, Qin Fengming showed not the slightest trace of fear. His eyes flickered, and a soft snort suddenly came from his nose.
A dark gleam rose with it. Qin Fengming's right hand lashed out just as swiftly, and another claw flashed into existence.
Along with the claw came a formidable force that assaulted the soul, immediately enveloping the old man before him.
At the same time, Qin Fengming swiftly raised his left hand. His