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Watching one Dao Ancestor rune after another flash into existence and carry the three cultivators away through the chaotic barrage of runes, Xu Guan suddenly stood there in a daze.
As Mahayana cultivators, Xu Guan and Fairy Feng Qian were both rooted to the spot. It was not the Dao Ancestor runes Qin Fengming had cast that shocked them so greatly, but the speed and technique with which he had cast them.
When Qin Fengming cast his spell, he had not, like the two of them, produced a large number of rune fragments and condensed them into Dao Ancestor runes. Instead, while his figure shot forward, Dao Ancestor runes had appeared one after another before him.
Anyone could see what this meant.
Qin Fengming could actually cast Dao Ancestor runes directly, rather than condensing and forming them from rune fragments!
What did that signify? Even with their vast experience, the two Mahayana cultivators felt their minds thunder and found it difficult to regain complete clarity for a time.
"What did you say? That junior has a Mahayana cultivator accompanying him?"
Suddenly, Xu Guan's expression changed sharply. He turned toward Fairy Feng Qian and shouted in a low voice.
Only then did he suddenly remember what Fairy Feng Qian had said earlier.
Xu Guan's words jolted Fairy Feng Qian awake. She nodded. "That's right. Back then, in Tianji Prefecture City, Luo Sheng had clashed with that Qin-named cultivator. At the time, Luo Sheng said that there should be an assistant beside him comparable to a