Mo Ye was absolutely among the very best of the peak Profound Tier cultivators, and his soul realm had already reached the Mahayana stage. He had always believed that even if he fought a Mahayana cultivator, he could withstand several exchanges.
But now, he suddenly felt like a frog at the bottom of a well. His soul realm, which he had considered no weaker than a Mahayana cultivator's, was so pitifully weak before this young man who had come from the Spirit Realm.
Mo Ye looked at Qin Fengming, his eyes dazed. He suddenly felt that the claims in the ancient texts about the Aoteng Interface being suitable for cultivator advancement were so unreliable.
He truly had no idea how astonishingly powerful the peak Profound Tier cultivators in the Spirit Realm were—a realm he assumed was countless times larger than the Aoteng Interface.
It was not only Mo Ye who looked stunned. The other five cultivators from Yuheng Land who had heard Qin Fengming's words now wore exactly the same expression.
To possess divine sense capable of probing thirty thousand miles—what kind of terrifying soul power was that? None of them dared imagine it.
When Qin Fengming suddenly saw them all looking like this, his heart tightened. He immediately realized why they were so shocked. But with only a thought, his expression quickly settled again as he said, "This Qin's cultivation method is extremely special and offers tremendous benefits for strengthening divine sense. Thus, compared to cultivators of the same tier, this Qin's divine sense is much stronger. Even an ordinary Mahayana Senior might not surpass it."
Although Qin Fengming was not worried that they would speculate too much about his soul realm, he still casually offered an explanation.
After he said this, the shock in Mo Ye's eyes visibly