"Pill Sovereign Qin is fine!"
"Pill Sovereign Qin withstood Zou Rui's attack!"
One cry of delighted surprise after another rang out. The Heiguo people were exhilarated, their emotions rising and falling several times. Even the Mahayana cultivators felt their minds fluctuate far too violently. They had not experienced such a feeling in who knew how many years.
Qin Fengming stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his robe spotless and without the slightest tear. The terrifying palm-print attack just now seemed not to have cost him much effort.
As Qin Fengming revealed his form, the violent soul energy in the deep pit was no longer as surging as before.
A vast amount of soul energy had already been burned away by the Soul Light Demonic Flame, which flowed like waves of water. The terrifying nature of the Soul Light Demonic Flame made the Mahayana cultivators look askance, their hearts pounding.
The gathered cultivators wore grim expressions. The fact that it had forced Zou Rui to cry out was enough to show how terrifying that water-like energy was.
Zou Rui's expression was grim. He ignored Qin Fengming, who floated in midair, and kept his gaze locked on the invisible, transparent waves of energy in the deep pit below, his eyes flickering rapidly.
He was clearly pondering something.
Qin Fengming did not attack either. His expression was calm, as if he had dispelled Zou Rui's soul attack without expending much effort. But the truth was far from that simple.
Qin Fengming could determine that the soul attack Zou Rui had urged forth had evolved from the fist imprint of the Treasure Refining Ghost Art.
There was no other reason. The Spirit Patterns condensed within the soul ability Zou Rui had unleashed had many similarities to those in the Treasure Refining Ghost