Qin Fengming had naturally made preparations long ago for facing four Mahayana cultivators alone.
Just now, while competing with those two over the profundity of laws, he had used the energy impact to lay down a great number of Demonic Light Shadow Spirit Patterns all around him. With those Spirit Patterns scattered throughout Heaven and Earth, Qin Fengming felt at ease.
After evading the attacks of the other three, Qin Fengming abruptly appeared beside the sea cultivator. His palm transformed into a claw, like five forked blades flickering with black light, and he grabbed toward the sea cultivator's head.
Amid the raging surge of energy, Qin Fengming's sudden appearance had not produced much energy fluctuation. Even so, the sea cultivator detected him at the first instant.
With a furious roar, a strange silver arc-blade suddenly burst forth, like a flash of white lightning. In a single flicker, it struck the clawed hand Qin Fengming had thrust out.
A deafening clang of metal rang across the scene. Qin Fengming cried out in pain before he could stop himself. "Heh... Damn it. This old bastard is actually so formidable in close combat."
No violent Mahayana energy erupted. This was purely a collision between their physical bodies. That blade-light was clearly the fin of a fish demon—swift, sharp, and incomparably tough. When it collided with Qin Fengming's clawed fingers, a shocking crack appeared in the web between his thumb and forefinger, deep enough to expose bone.
Qin Fengming had been careless and underestimated this sea cultivator.
He had assumed that as long as he relied on the rapid movement of Demonic Light Shadow and combined it with the sharpness of his own claws, he would be able to kill the sea cultivator. However, this sea cultivator's senses were far keener than he had