The change occurred too quickly—so quickly it was like a flash of lightning.
What Lian Taiqing had done was completely unknown to Qin Fengming, and he had not sent even the slightest warning beforehand. Everything Qin Fengming did was purely instinctive.
When he heard the slight instability in Lian Taiqing's voice, Qin Fengming's heart trembled, and he suddenly had a bad feeling. Thus, without the slightest hesitation, he gripped the four crystals containing the bizarre and chaotic Spirit Patterns in his hand.
Inside this great hall, he had no confidence whatsoever that he could break through the hall's restrictions with a single strike.
If Lian Taiqing truly harbored evil intentions, Saint Ancestor Hai Yi's divine sense would certainly activate the hall's restrictions. By then, he would become the other party's first target.
With Lian Taiqing inside the Sumeru Space, Saint Ancestor Hai Yi's divine sense would be wary of harming him and might not dare attack recklessly. Moreover, Saint Ancestor Hai Yi had once sworn a clan oath, so he definitely would not dare attack Lian Taiqing's soul essence.
Qin Fengming had always been astute, and this time was no exception.
As Lian Taiqing's furious shout rang out, the booming sounds surrounding Qin Fengming vanished. The mist dispersed, and the Spirit Patterns disappeared along with it. Qin Fengming reappeared inside the great hall.
At this moment, Qin Fengming's robes had already become tattered. Countless cracks covered his body, exposing streaks of blood that looked horrifying.
Although bloodstains were visible on him, Qin Fengming stood upright without the slightest sway. Brilliant light flashed in his eyes, and his entire body seethed with an unyielding, boundless battle intent.
In that brief span of time, even Qin Fengming himself did not know how many sharp blades carrying arcs of lightning had hacked at