"Are you hoping this Qin will trample you in front of all these followers of yours?" Qin Fengming looked calmly at the young man, his words brimming with provocation.
Battle intent surged in his heart. He wanted to test his current strength, to enrage the other man into going all out and see whether he could withstand it.
Sure enough, as soon as Qin Fengming finished speaking, a vicious gleam abruptly appeared in the eyes of the stern young man, whose expression had been calm. A cold laugh followed. "This Jin has not been beaten by anyone in tens of thousands of years. If you have the skill, then by all means, use it."
"Please!" Qin Fengming was too lazy to say more. His aura surged around him, and in an instant he was ready to fight.
The others rapidly retreated, leaving only Divine Son Jin Lin facing Qin Fengming. However, he did not make a move. He merely released the energy around him, his armor fluttering sharply as he waited for Qin Fengming to strike.
Qin Fengming did not stand on ceremony either. His figure flashed, and he pounced straight toward Divine Son Jin Lin.
No divine ability attack was launched. Qin Fengming rapidly closed in on Jin Lin. Divine Son Jin Lin likewise did not release an attack. With both hands clasped behind his back, he seemed to be waiting for Qin Fengming to make the first move.
Neither of them unleashed a long-range attack, and in a flash, they were upon each other.
Jin Lin moved. His armor erupted with a thick, icy aura, and strands of sharp golden sword radiance appeared over his body. That was the power of the armor bursting forth; the sword radiance flickered in and out, only about a foot long, yet