"Mu Lingfeng, your young master Qin has been waiting here all along. Let's see where you can run now." Qin Fengming suddenly appeared amid his shout. He did not attack, but his surging aura blocked the fleeing light's path.
Qin Fengming had no intention of letting Mu Lingfeng go. Even if the Bear Spirit had not grievously wounded him, he would still have to act.
"Damnable junior, you're courting death!"
A thunderous shout rang out, and a crystalline stream of water shot forth.
The stream of water shot forward, with strands of Spirit Patterns that had almost fused into one racing and weaving within it. As the stream flew, immense energy surged. Amid flashing blue light, it transformed into a water-vat-thick flood dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it pounced toward Qin Fengming.
The flood dragon's aura was dense and powerful. Its body was covered in palm-sized dragon scales, radiating the aura of a Mahayana Existence. Blue light flashed, dazzling the eyes, while a terrifying aura that made the heart tremble surged forth. Even if there were a mountain peak ahead, the flood dragon seemed capable of piercing straight through it and blasting the mountain rocks apart.
This attack was clearly one of Mu Lingfeng's powerful offensive techniques.
Qin Fengming did not clash with it head-on at close range. As his figure rapidly dodged, large handfuls of self-detonating crystals shot out. In an instant, thunderous explosions resounded through Heaven and Earth.
Violent energy swept across the area, while fierce gales blasted in every direction. A radius of more than a dozen li was immediately filled with raging explosions.
The two mountain peaks within the blast radius instantly collapsed under the sudden bombardment of the self-detonating crystals, with nearly half of each mountain vanishing without a trace.
Qin