A sharp, ear-piercing sound rang out, and terrifying, pitch-black cracks immediately appeared in the void, as if the void itself had been torn apart. A terrifyingly cold aura swept out, madly surging in all directions.
The power displayed by each sword blade was extraordinarily terrifying. Every blade was comparable to an attack from a Mahayana magic treasure, capable of splitting mountains and rending the earth, shattering the void.
Hundreds and thousands of Qinglin Sword Qi surged forward, only barely managing to block the dozen or so cyan sword blades.
The sword blades dispersed. They were not solid entities, but energy transformed into light blades.
Qin Fengming saw clearly that the sword blades surged down in a frenzied barrage, and their source was actually a gigantic bronze wine pot, dozens of zhang in size, suspended high in the air. Its bottom faced upward, and its opening, more than a zhang wide, spewed out streams of thick, pitch-black mist. The mist spread rapidly, shrouding a vast expanse of heaven and earth.
The mist was filled with an incomparably frigid aura. As it spread, a layer of hard ice crystals appeared across the ground. The cold swept over him, penetrating his body and freezing his meridians.
Only because Spirit Devouring Netherflame covered his body was Qin Fengming able to rapidly suppress that frigid force.
Yu Chen was currently only at the Profound Tier peak, yet the sword blades shot from this wine-pot treasure displayed power comparable to Mahayana attacks. Qin Fengming immediately understood the reason: this Sword Pot treasure was very likely Yu Chen's life-bound treasure.
Although his cultivation had greatly declined, the life-bound treasure he had nurtured within his body for tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of years could still display formidable power after being reinforced through special methods.