Ye Feng stared at the old man in the air as he unleashed the Profound Nether Palm. His gaze swept over the ghostly white light between the old man's withered palms, and an almost imperceptible curve tugged at the corners of his lips.
He had already seen through it. Although the old man's palm technique looked terrifyingly powerful, it was only a low-grade Earth-level martial skill.
A fourth-level Origin Embracing Realm cultivator was actually practicing a martial skill of this level. It was truly rather shabby.
"Forty percent Fist Intent might be able to contend with him, but his True Essence is far too dense. If this drags on, something may go wrong." Ye Feng quickly calculated the situation in his mind before making his decision.
"Better to use Sword Intent and end this quickly."
He slowly raised his hand. A Low-grade Spirit Sword appeared out of thin air, and his fingertip gently brushed across its blade.
The instant he closed his eyes, a profound resonance began to flow between him and the Spirit Sword, as though the two had become one.
But only a moment later, Ye Feng opened his eyes.
Against an opponent like the one before him, there was no need to use the Spirit Sword's hidden resonance ability yet.
His gaze was calm. The aura around him subtly changed, and wisps of invisible Sword Intent began to gather, remaining tightly contained around the blade without spreading outward in the slightest.
"Forty percent Sword Intent will do."
Ye Feng slowly swung the Spirit Sword, and a strand of Sword Qi drifted gently outward.
The Sword Qi moved slowly, its light dim. In everyone's eyes, it looked as weak and feeble as a child's game, barely stirring even the faintest ripple in the air.
"Hahaha!" When the old