Qin Fengming furrowed his brow. Lu Xun's soul arts were indeed extraordinary. After that exchange, he had escaped without being affected by the soul-sealing power of the Treasure Refining Ghost Art.
Mahayana cultivators were never simple, especially an existence like Lu Xun, who ranked among the Three Realms' top-tier beings.
If not for the power of the third layer of the Treasure Refining Ghost Art, injuring Lu Xun would not necessarily have been possible.
Although Qin Fengming felt unwilling that he had failed to kill Lu Xun, he was still quite satisfied. This was the first time he had fully activated the Treasure Refining Ghost Art in a head-on battle. The strike of the ghost-body beast had truly shattered heaven and earth, directly damaging Lu Xun's supposedly impregnable arm—an arm that had been able to clash physically with Ancestor Jiao Wei without falling short.
Lu Xun had recognized the treasure art, but Qin Fengming did not care in the slightest.
His grudge with Zou Rui had grown far too deep. Reconciliation was impossible. Even without the treasure art, the two sides would inevitably fight to the death upon meeting.
Qin Fengming glared at Lu Xun as he fled, and killing intent swiftly surged within him.
He was not worried about the Treasure Refining Ghost Art becoming known, but the longer he could keep it concealed, the more advantageous it would naturally be for him. Now, only by killing the three people before him could he preserve this secret.
"This fellow cannot be allowed to live. The three of us will join forces and kill him." Lu Xun glanced at the wound on his arm, cold light flashing in his eyes as he shouted.
"Fine. The three of us will join hands to kill him, and we'll split the benefits evenly."