"To dispel Mo's sonic attack so easily, it seems Fellow Daoist is also highly skilled in sonic attack techniques. Good, very good. Today, let Mo see what other powerful methods and divine abilities you, Fellow Daoist from the outside world, possess."
Having failed to land his first strike, Mo Ye showed no unusual expression. His tone remained calm, and his words remained steady, but the meaning behind them was now filled with an even stronger desire to fight.
"Fellow Daoist's words accord perfectly with this Qin's intentions. Since I have come to the Aoteng Interface, I also wish to see how formidable the methods of the cultivators here truly are."
Qin Fengming did not look at anyone present. His expression remained utterly unchanged as he answered calmly.
By this point, even Golden Soul Ancestor had not spoken up to stop this young cultivator from fighting him. Qin Fengming naturally understood that Golden Soul Ancestor and the others also wanted to take advantage of Mo Ye's attack to see his methods and strength.
Although Golden Soul Ancestor and the others in the hall might not necessarily harbor the intent to kill him, this battle was undoubtedly something everyone most wished to see.
At this thought, pride surged within Qin Fengming. Although he had not come here looking for trouble, he absolutely did not fear trouble either.
Among cultivators of the same level, Qin Fengming had never feared anyone since entering the Cultivation World. As for the same-level cultivators he had slain since embarking on the path of cultivation, there were already too many to count.
Seeing Qin Fengming slowly rise from the wooden chair, Mo Ye's expression did not change in the slightest. He merely said, "Fellow Daoist, please!"
As his words left his mouth, his body had already turned into