"This Qin wouldn't dare claim that he could certainly defeat cultivators of the same rank, but dealing with fellow Daoists who are bodies of pure souls like yourselves doesn't require much effort. If you don't believe me, then open your eyes and take a good look."
Qin Fengming smiled faintly and suddenly spoke.
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure drifted forward, approaching the dozen or so ghost cultivators from the Shattered Bone Realm.
Facing Qin Fengming's movement, the dozen-odd ghost cultivators, all rich in combat experience, showed no unusual expressions. Only the light in their eyes abruptly turned several shades more solemn.
In the eyes of the ghost cultivators, it was certain that this Aoteng Realm cultivator before them possessed extraordinary methods. But for him to threaten more than a dozen late Profound Tier and Profound Tier peak existences at once was simply impossible.
The ghost cultivators watched Qin Fengming float toward them. None moved, and none launched the first attack.
The two sides drew closer and closer. Qin Fengming held his hands behind his back, his body relaxed and his expression still calm and indifferent, as if he were strolling through a garden rather than engaging in combat.
Seeing Qin Fengming move like this, the dozen-odd ghost cultivators suddenly changed expression. With a shout, one voice rang out across the scene: "Attack! Don't let him get close!"
The ghost cultivators were naturally all experienced fighters. Seeing Qin Fengming choose to approach instead of launching a long-range attack, they immediately understood that he intended to fight them at close quarters.
Thinking of the terrifying mist behind the young man, how could the ghost cultivators remain unmoved?
Just as the voice rang out, several attacks shot forth. Sharp claws, fist shadows, long spears, and black blades appeared almost simultaneously,