The two sides were a full hundred miles apart, yet that wave surged toward them like a rapidly moving mountain, hundreds of yards high and rolling forward with utterly astonishing momentum.
This was the might of a Mahayana Existence. A single spoken sentence, its sound waves alone, had sent the waters covering hundreds of miles into a raging frenzy that seemed to reach the heavens.
"Still so hot-tempered. Today, this Qin is going to meddle to the end." Qin Fengming's figure swayed slightly before transforming in an instant into a streak of rosy light. Like lightning skimming across the sea, he shot toward the cultivator who had shouted angrily.
A gigantic trench more than a thousand yards deep appeared across the vast sea. An immeasurable volume of seawater split apart, as if an incomparably huge, razor-sharp blade had slashed across the boundless surface. Divine light howled, and heaven and earth seemed to collapse.
The two who had stopped faced the scene that had suddenly appeared, their expressions changing drastically. Neither hesitated; their figures flashed rapidly as they dodged to either side.
"You are Pill Sovereign Qin of the Manghuang Sect?" An old man locked onto Qin Fengming, who had come to an abrupt stop, and cried out in alarm. He had never met Qin Fengming, but he had long since memorized Qin Fengming's portrait.
The old man's face was pale at this moment. The battle just now had clearly left him at a disadvantage, and he had expended a great deal of energy.
"You are Qin Fengming of the Manghuang Sect?" The other tall and powerfully built Burly Man also fixed his gaze on Qin Fengming and spoke in astonishment. He had clearly never seen Qin Fengming's portrait and did not recognize him.
The one who had shouted angrily just