After casting a glance at Liang's body, which had already turned into a mist of blood, Qin Fengming felt not the slightest sympathy. Slaughtering rebels like him did not burden his conscience in the least.
Saintly Venerable Yiming was wrapped in blood light, his chest a mangled mess of flesh and blood.
The strand of Qin Fengming's soul essence, wielding the Glimmering Firefly Sword, had directly pierced his defenses and carved open a wound in his chest. Qin Fengming had then wielded the Profound Micro Pure Radiance Sword and viciously twisted it within the wound. At this moment, although Saintly Venerable Yiming was in no danger of losing his life, he was already gravely wounded.
Saintly Venerable Yiming was powerful enough to react immediately, striking out with all his might to block it. He had allowed the Profound Micro Pure Radiance Sword to merely graze his flesh before withdrawing, while simultaneously circulating his incantations with all his strength to resist the lightning energy rampaging through his body and the erosion of his soul.
It was precisely because Saintly Venerable Yiming possessed a demonic body. If he had been a human Mahayana cultivator, his body would already have exploded, and he would have fallen.
"What kind of person are you? How dare you set a trap to slaughter us?" an old man glared at Qin Fengming, who had resumed his original appearance, and demanded fiercely.
Before Qin Fengming could speak, however, the expression of another middle-aged man beside him suddenly changed. An incredulous cry rang out: "Could you be Qin Fengming of the Spirit Realm?"
Qin Fengming's name had absolutely become no less renowned throughout the Three Realms than the Ten Hall Masters and the seven Primal Saint Venerables.
Even the great cultivators who had never seen Qin Fengming had certainly