"Eh? How could this old woman be so vulnerable? That divine ability's mist looked powerful, but it turned out to be completely countered by this Qin's Profound Micro Pure Radiance Sword." Qin Fengming exclaimed in surprise, utterly caught off guard by the scene.
In that attack, Qin Fengming had not even activated half the power of the Profound Micro Pure Radiance Sword, yet he had already broken the old woman's seemingly formidable divine ability. It left him somewhat unable to believe it.
He had never underestimated Mahayana cultivators. In every battle, he made his plans before acting. Yet after making several moves, Qin Fengming truly felt that Mahayana cultivators were nothing special.
The Mahayana cultivators he had once viewed as towering mountains now seemed to be beneath his gaze. Of those capable of withstanding his full-force attacks, there were probably only people on the level of Ancestor Jiao Wei and Saintly Venerable Shiyou.
In truth, he had failed to consider that the lightning arcs contained within the Profound Micro Pure Radiance Sword were terrifying lightning he had fused into it while undergoing the Mahayana Heavenly Tribulation. The destructive power contained in those lightning arcs was unimaginably vaster and more terrifying than that of the Heavenly Tribulation Lightning endured by ordinary Mahayana cultivators.
On top of that, the old woman's divine ability was completely countered by the Profound Micro Pure Radiance Sword, so collapsing at the first touch was perfectly natural.
"Not bad. You actually survived and endured this Qin's sword technique. You're not completely hopeless after all."
Just as Qin Fengming began to look down on Mahayana cultivators, he suddenly saw a bright mass of azure light burst out of the surging torrent of sword blades and flee swiftly into the distance.
However, just as Qin Fengming's final word—"hopeless"—rang out,