"Damn! How did I forget about that?"
Qin Shaofeng watched the battle's aftershock about to spread before him and sharply sucked in a breath.
Fortunately, although the gap in their cultivation was great, the power of this move was quite similar.
After one exchange, Ke Wuming was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut.
He had clearly lost in that exchange.
Yet his full-strength defense had barely managed to hold Jin Duxian back.
In the blink of an eye, Old Ghost Chen Xing had already rushed forward.
Purely in terms of cultivation, Old Ghost Chen Xing surpassed Jin Duxian by a notch, not to mention that he had also cultivated Ghost Three Slashes to the second slash.
Ghost Three Slashes could not be cultivated to the realm of three slashes, nor could one comprehend the One Blade Annihilation and One Blade Nirvana Qin Shaofeng had derived from it.
Even so, in terms of raw combat power alone, it surpassed countless Saint-tier martial skills.
The two had merely clashed once when Old Ghost Chen Xing suppressed him.
Then there was Ke Wuming.
Only after the two had fought for more than a dozen exchanges did he barely crawl out of the crater he had smashed into.
After suffering that blow, his hair had become a complete mess.
His "delicate" body was covered in dozens of wounds.
After glancing at him, Qin Shaofeng could not help covering his forehead speechlessly.
Even if Zhao Ziyu had suffered such injuries, he would not have felt this uncomfortable.
Ke Wuming had the temperament of a man but the body of a woman—he truly was far too strange.
After only one look, Qin Shaofeng quickly withdrew his gaze.
When he looked back toward the battlefield, several more moves had already passed over there.