The middle-aged man was now completely certain that the dragon bone was on this young cultivator. As long as he captured or killed him, he could reclaim the dragon bone containing the Dragon Soul Spirit Pattern.
That was a divine object he had prepared to deal with the Heavenly Tribulation or ascend to the Upper Realm. How could he not be overjoyed at recovering it after losing it?
Just as the middle-aged man was delighted, believing his wish was about to come true, a rapid series of bangs suddenly rang out amid the blades flying through the sky.
Then, the countless blades suddenly flew backward, tumbling as they shot off in all directions without the slightest pattern.
The booming shook the heavens. Swelling energy surged upward like a colossal wave suddenly rearing up across a vast ocean. The densely packed blades were no longer under the middle-aged man's control and began flying wildly in every direction.
Blades burst from the swelling energy and scattered in all directions. The sight left the middle-aged Mahayana cultivator momentarily stupefied.
He had lived for far too long. Although he had not fought for a great many years, he could still tell at a glance that Qin Fengming was using his physical body to resist this blade divine ability. It was a situation he had never encountered before. Those blades could ignore a cultivator's protective spiritual light, and they were incomparably sharp, easily slicing through the flesh of a Mahayana vicious beast.
Yet now, a human cultivator had actually relied on his physical body to forcibly withstand this powerful divine ability. The sudden scene left the middle-aged man dumbfounded.
How could this be a human cultivator who had only just advanced to Mahayana? He had clearly immersed himself in the Mahayana stage for hundreds of