At this moment, Qin Fengming's previously weary and frightened expression had completely changed. His blood and qi surged throughout his body, and strands of multicolored radiance flickered around him, as if he had suddenly become an entirely different person.
By pretending to be weak before the enemy and injuring two mighty experts until they retreated, Qin Fengming had employed his strategy well. But if he tried to use the same method again, no one would fall for it.
When Qin Fengming's provocative words rang out, the surrounding crowd erupted into an uproar. Yet no one displayed any unusual reaction. They had witnessed Qin Fengming's schemes and methods, but they still did not regard him as some overwhelmingly powerful existence.
"That little brat is truly cunning. He actually forced one fellow cultivator to abandon his physical body and another to suffer a crippled form. It seems those two fellow cultivators underestimated you. Now, try attacking again and see whether you can heavily injure this old man as well."
A figure leaped out, and no one fought him for the chance.
The man wore a blue robe that concealed his face. His voice was hoarse, and he had clearly deliberately altered his aura so that others would not discover his identity.
"Your divine abilities and techniques are the same. I'll cut you down all the same." The corners of Qin Fengming's mouth lifted slightly as a powerful aura spread from his body. Vast waves of energy rolled outward, like a terrifying ferocious beast awakening.
The surrounding spectators all widened their eyes. As they watched Qin Fengming's aura suddenly become oppressive, their hearts tightened.
"Fellow cultivator, be careful. This child is extraordinary and proficient in all sorts of miscellaneous arts. His own techniques are no less remarkable." Someone frowned and called out a