"Junior, do you truly think this old man fears you!"
When Liu Qitao saw Chen Fei appear before him, his expression instantly turned savage. Even a clay figurine had three parts temper, let alone a Primordial Demon, whose nature was far more frenzied.
It was just that the higher a Primordial Demon's cultivation was, the more they understood how to control their emotions, and when facing the unknown, they also cherished their lives all the more.
But since Chen Fei actually dared to pursue him relentlessly, Liu Qitao would make him understand just what level the combat strength of an Eleventh-Order Peak could reach!
Dong!
A sound like the pulse of heaven and earth trembled across tens of thousands of miles.
The Black Millet Sword in Liu Qitao's hand transformed into a divine pillar that pierced the heavens. In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to be stirred into empty void, with east, west, south, and north impossible to distinguish, the past and future nowhere to be seen. Only a divine pillar reaching the sky came crushing down toward Chen Fei.
Chen Fei raised his eyes and looked at the divine pillar bearing down on him, his expression calm.
Naturally, there was no divine pillar reaching the heavens, nor could heaven and earth possibly be stirred into empty void in an instant. If Liu Qitao possessed such power, with a single thought, every cultivator in the entire Secluded Valley City would have been annihilated instantly.
Clearly, an Eleventh-Order Peak cultivation could not possess such power. Everything before his eyes was merely the soul attack contained within Liu Qitao's sword move.
Just like the Skyfall Swordplay, the Sect-Protecting Technique of the Nurturing Spirit Sect, chose to place the point of force of its attacks upon the soul, other powerful beings would