Three months remained before Qin Fengming's appointed battle with Ancestor Jiao Wei, and the date was drawing nearer and nearer.
Qin Fengming was certain that Ancestor Jiao Wei had already arrived at Void City and was very likely inside that great hall. He simply had not shown himself earlier.
This was easy to understand. After receiving news of Qin Fengming's repeated victories over several Mahayana cultivators, even Ancestor Jiao Wei must have felt the pressure. He could no longer maintain his previous relaxed state of mind.
He had no choice but to take it seriously. Jing Heng, Baleful Intent, and Ouchi's Three Brothers were no ordinary figures.
Yet without exception, they had all fallen to Qin Fengming. That had not been a sneak attack, but an open and honorable head-on battle, without relying on anyone else's strength.
This was not something that could be achieved through empty words. It required genuine ability.
Bringing the appointed battle forward seemed to be because Ancestor Jiao Wei was enraged that Qin Fengming had repeatedly slain people close to him, and had shortened the time until the battle in his fury. But who could say that Ancestor Jiao Wei's decision had nothing to do with Qin Fengming's astonishingly rapid growth?
A cultivator who had ascended from a lower interface had advanced from the Integration Realm to Mahayana in just over two thousand years. Such speed of advancement was simply beyond imagination. Apart from Qin Fengming, no one had ever accomplished it. Throughout the history of the Three Realms, there had never been such a young Mahayana cultivator either.
If Qin Fengming were given several more decades to completely stabilize his cultivation realm, Ancestor Jiao Wei did not dare imagine how powerful he would become. Although he was not afraid, if he could kill his