The deafening, soul-shaking booming abruptly vanished, and Ancestor Jiao Wei turned his grim gaze toward Qin Fengming.
This was one of his trump-card attacks. In the past, whenever he unleashed it, even if his opponent could withstand it, they would inevitably be thrown into disarray and placed at a severe disadvantage.
Yet Qin Fengming looked as though he had experienced nothing at all. He merely snorted, and the sound waves filling the sky shattered apart.
"Damned brat, you really do have some tricks." A furious roar rang out. The void twisted, and a figure suddenly blurred out of thin air before vanishing without a trace.
"Fighting with our physical bodies? This Qin isn't afraid of that either." The instant he saw Ancestor Jiao Wei disappear, Qin Fengming's sharp shout rang out. As his voice echoed, a mass of mist had already spread from his body. As the mist billowed, a terrifying soul aura surged forth, as if a colossal soul beast had emerged.
The phantom flickered, and a cold, sinister aura drew near before suddenly piercing into the soul mist Qin Fengming had released.
Qin Fengming was now countless times stronger than he had been in the Chaos Realm. In an instant, he understood that Ancestor Jiao Wei was launching a physical attack, not blasting him with a spell.
When it came to competing with physical bodies, Qin Fengming had never feared anyone. Meeting him head-on, he immediately activated Treasure Refining Ghost Refining Art.
Condensing his fists with the treasure art allowed him to unleash fist imprints, but this did not count as a divine ability or spell attack, because the fist imprints contained no energy—only physical strength.
Qin Fengming did not unleash a fist imprint. Instead, his arm abruptly swelled and lengthened to more than twice its former size.