Mu Jiu saw something that left him stunned. He had seen the nine savage beasts he had tamed, each comparable to a Mahayana cultivator, reveal dull, terrified expressions one after another when Qin Fengming flashed into the beast pack.
What was happening? Mu Jiu had never encountered anything like it.
Each of those nine Mahayana savage beasts was extraordinarily ferocious. Other than Mu Jiu himself, anyone who approached them would trigger their vicious nature. Their eyes would blaze with murderous light as they madly pounced forward to attack.
The powerful savage beasts and cultivators who had fallen beneath the nine beasts' sharp claws already numbered in the dozens.
Yet the scene before him surpassed Mu Jiu's understanding. The nine powerful savage beasts he had spent hundreds of thousands of years taming had suddenly lost all ferocity before their opponent. Those beasts, each fearless of death and having lived for two or three million years, had actually drooped their heads and tucked their tails between their legs, as though they had suddenly encountered a terrifying existence before which all beasts trembled.
A phantom figure suddenly shot through the pack of nine savage beasts and appeared before him in a flash.
A pitch-black fist wrapped in surging divine soul energy abruptly grew from small to large and slammed into the stunned middle-aged man's body.
Yet no impact rang out, nor did any blood spray. The fist passed straight through, and the middle-aged man's body dissipated.
"Huh? He actually avoided this Qin's strike." As Qin Fengming spoke, he turned and looked toward Mu Jiu, who was standing atop a savage beast.
The middle-aged man's expression was gloomy, his gaze vicious. One hand pressed down on the savage beast's head. A heaven-shaking beast roar suddenly reverberated through the void.
The savage beast's eyes abruptly