At the sudden words of Saint Ancestor Hai Yi, Qin Fengming's body trembled faintly. What kind of terrifying strength would a Mahayana expert ranked among the top twenty in the True Demon Realm possess? Qin Fengming dared not imagine it.
However, he was certain that Venerable Beidou and Fairy Zi Xiao were definitely no match for the demon cultivator before them.
Even Zhan Meng might not be able to contend with Saintly Venerable Mo Yang on equal terms.
Qin Fengming was not particularly surprised that Saint Ancestor Hai Yi, who had long since stopped roaming the Three Realms, knew the name of a junior and even knew how strong he was.
Although Saint Ancestor Hai Yi could not leave the Black Lake Sea Region, that did not prevent him from gathering information about the Three Realms. After all, there was still another Mahayana sea cultivator in the Black Lake Sea Region.
Faced with such a terrifying existence, it would truly defy reason for Qin Fengming to claim he felt no fear or wariness. Yet his eyes flickered, and a resolute look soon emerged.
Locking his gaze on Saintly Venerable Mo Yang, Qin Fengming suddenly erupted with a dense battle intent.
"Even if you were once a top-ranked existence in the True Demon Realm, you've now fallen to the point of hiding in Sand Dispersion River in the White Python Wasteland. You can't be all that powerful anymore. This Qin will see for himself—see how much of your original strength you can still display." Qin Fengming's face turned resolute as he spoke coldly.
His voice was not loud, but it rang with sonorous force. As his words left his mouth, faint ripples of sound trembled through the surrounding void.
"Hahahaha... Junior, you truly dare to boast. It seems you really aren't