Qin Fengming lay sprawled on the icy ground, his body still trembling and rigid. It seemed some indescribable corrosion was assailing him from within, leaving him unable to control his body or make the slightest movement.
As several blue-green short blades shot toward him once more, there was not a trace of vigilance in his eyes, much less any attempt to dodge.
All he could do was watch in terror as the short blades reached him, struck his body, and then sank into him one after another, disappearing without a trace.
Those blades were incredibly sharp. They completely ignored Qin Fengming's protective spiritual light, and even his tough physical body could offer them not the slightest resistance.
Each blade possessed terrifying cutting power. Qin Fengming's body, which could withstand the mighty attacks of Profound Tier cultivators, was easily pierced by the short blades, leaving one tiny hole after another.
The blades shot into him and vanished in an instant.
No blood flowed from the wounds, and even those tiny openings healed in the blink of an eye. On inspection, one could no longer tell that blades had ever cut through him.
As the blades entered his body, Qin Fengming felt streams of icy soul energy.
That soul energy was filled with mysterious rune patterns. He felt no sensation of being cut by a blade. Instead, a surge of icy soul energy rushed straight toward his sea of consciousness and, wrapped in a mass of strange rune patterns, entered it in an instant.
Of course, Zixiao knew exactly how powerful this divine ability was.
As long as an attack struck the opponent, no Profound Tier cultivator could retain the power to resist.
But with the previous lesson still vivid before his eyes, Zixiao did not want to repeat the mistake Qin