Qin Shaofeng had never imagined that Qing Daozhen would actually choose to clash with him head-on.
With that kind of fighting style, wasn't Qing Daozhen simply asking to be utterly crushed?
And that was indeed exactly what happened.
The instant fist and palm collided, Qing Daozhen felt an immense force surging toward him, sending him flying with a single punch from Qin Shaofeng.
Only after coughing up several mouthfuls of blood did he look at Qin Shaofeng with horror filling his eyes.
"Such terrifying strength. Your physical body has actually already neared Fifty Steps."
Qing Daozhen spoke without thinking.
The moment those words came out, everyone present sucked in a breath of cold air.
Especially Qing Daoxun, who had been the first to fight Qin Shaofeng. Her little mouth hung open wide enough to fit an apple inside.
Her talent was indeed formidable.
But she was far too young, and her cultivation had only barely reached Thirty-Four Steps. She need not fear ordinary body cultivators, but daring to attack a body cultivator at Qin Shaofeng's level was truly no different from courting death.
It was true that Qin Shaofeng had wounded Qing Daozhen with one palm strike.
Yet he had also already realized that if he wanted to defeat Qing Daozhen, he would either have to undo the third seal or use his divine sense.
Seeing the soaring battle intent already appearing in Qing Daozhen's eyes,
Qin Shaofeng could not help but let out a deep sigh.
"This farce has gone on long enough. Since you refuse to stop, let the Qing Family Old Ancestor go to Thousand Battles Old Ancestor and demand his people back!" Even as Qin Shaofeng's sighing voice rang out, his figure had already moved.
Qing Daozhen flew into a rage upon hearing this.
But before