This was a battle of physical strength, each fist striking flesh. Anyone who channeled energy into an attack would be breaking the rules.
To give his opponent no grounds for complaint, Qin Fengming had not fully activated the Treasure Refining Ghost Refining Art. Though it was a physical combat technique, it could ultimately manifest fierce beasts outside his body to attack.
Scales now covered every inch of Qin Fengming's skin, making his entire body like iron and steel.
He drove a punch forward. Their fists collided, and with a thunderous bang, both figures immediately hurtled backward.
The old man cried out in shock. His right fist felt as though it had hammered into an enormous block of refined iron. Not only had he failed to shatter the Golden Immortal's arm, but a sudden, agonizing pain shot through his own arm, forcing a cry from his lips.
"You old bastard! Let's see you throw your seniority around now!"
Qin Fengming roared. His body merely twisted once in midair before he lunged at the old man again. His speed was several times greater than before.
A blurred streak of light swept through the air, and he clashed with the old man once more.
Another bang rang out. This time, Qin Fengming was not thrown back, but the old man went flying again. Qin Fengming pursued him closely, and successive crashes echoed through the vast, deserted mountains.
The cultivators watching from outside were stunned.
None of them had ever imagined that, in a contest of physical strength between a True Immortal cultivator and a Golden Immortal cultivator, the lofty True Immortal would be the one at a disadvantage.
Had they not witnessed it themselves, these knowledgeable spectators would never have believed that a Golden Immortal could not only fight a mighty True Immortal