Watching the young cultivator slowly walk out from the ravaged zone of berserk energy, Zihe's young and handsome face immediately filled with a sharp killing intent.
Yet as gleaming light flickered in his eyes, he did not attack. Instead, he suddenly spoke.
To Zihe, killing the young man before him was far less difficult to suppress than the question in his heart. The Immortal Realm technique he had relied on most throughout his life had actually shown no effect whatsoever against the young man before him. This was truly something he could not understand.
Unable to make sense of it, a stifling feeling that was difficult to dispel assailed his heart, leaving him deeply unsettled.
If he failed to understand what was happening, he would truly think that some heaven-defying change had occurred in the Cultivation World during the years he had remained hidden, causing all cultivators' strength to increase greatly.
Qin Fengming slowly walked through the air. He went dozens of yards away from the berserk region before his body gradually floated upward, hovering in midair.
"Hahaha, do you think your Netherblade is very powerful? But in this Qin's opinion, that attack wasn't much of a threat. At the very least, it didn't cause this Qin any real injury."
Hovering in the air, Qin Fengming looked at Zihe several hundred yards away and suddenly laughed aloud.
Qin Fengming's expression was calm, his bearing composed, as if everything were tranquil. But his heart was surging violently, utterly unlike his outward appearance.
Having been swept up at close range by Zihe's powerful self-detonation attack, even if Qin Fengming's physical body were immensely strong, he could not possibly have emerged completely unscathed.
That self-detonation of the magic body was absolutely not merely an energy impact from the self-detonation of a dharma body.