Rosy light flashed across the sky, like a blazing sun suddenly rising between heaven and earth, too dazzling to look at directly.
The terrifying might that erupted all at once made Golden Immortal Yan Rong retreat violently. In the span of a breath, the place where he had been standing was swallowed by a mass of dreadful astral wind filled with tearing force.
His gaze flickered. It gave him the feeling of facing a cultivator of the same rank who had cultivated for millions of years.
He did not continue attacking. He wanted to see what had become of Qin Fengming after such a blow. He did not believe that under such an attack, an Immortal Realm cultivator could still be completely unharmed.
Golden Immortal Yan Rong's judgment was not wrong. The situation was indeed as he had thought. Qin Fengming, who had been enveloped by his blade secret art, had truly failed to escape unscathed.
However, that was all—he had not escaped unscathed. As for saying his life was in danger, it was still far from that.
As the terrifyingly sharp astral wind between heaven and earth rapidly receded, Qin Fengming's figure appeared atop the now bare mountain peak. The armor over his body was in tatters and had already lost its proper protective effect. Deep wounds that exposed bone covered his bare skin, and his entire body was hidden beneath fresh blood, a sight shocking to behold.
Yet these were only flesh wounds.
A faint, greenish mist wrapped around Qin Fengming's body. It could be seen that those wounds were rapidly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The longsword in Qin Fengming's hand remained steady, its tip not wavering in the slightest. His aura surged, and still-solid condensed light breathed along the blade. Streaks of