"You could barely withstand even one of my moves, and you still want to lay hands on my people?"
Qin Shaofeng grabbed Xian Xiaoying and turned her around. He lightly raised the Ghost Melody battle saber in his hand and said, "Look carefully. Even if a Ghost Cultivator like this had all his strength, he would not possess even one-tenth or one-twentieth of your combat power."
His figure suddenly moved.
In a flash, he had already arrived before that Ghost Cultivator.
The battle saber rose high.
"Ghost Fire Blazing Flame!"
Emerald-green ghostfire instantly enveloped the entire Ghost Melody battle saber.
In order to instill the correct outlook on life in Xian Xiaoying, he did not care about the results his attack might bring.
All he wanted was to leave not a trace of the Ghost Cultivator's grim and terrifying image behind.
After all, this was Xian Xiaoying's first battle, so naturally he would not force her too hard.
"Human, you actually dare treat this venerable one as a mere ant to bolster this little girl's courage? You are courting death!" The Ghost Cultivator immediately flew into a rage.
That previous clash had already allowed him to clearly understand Qin Shaofeng's situation.
Although Ghost Fire Blazing Flame was also a combat ability,
whether in terms of explosive power or anything else, it was far inferior to the Seven Colors Sword Art.
Yet this time, Qin Shaofeng had used Ghost Fire Blazing Flame, which restrained Ghost Cultivators. How could he fail to understand why?
The more he understood, the fiercer the rage in his heart burned.
With a furious roar,
he no longer stopped to consider whether this seemingly ordinary martial cultivator truly possessed the strength to fight him.
Amid his roar, he charged forward to kill.
In his fury, he even