In just a few breaths, Qin Shaofeng and the Holy Lord had exchanged dozens of blows. The two instantly separated, putting several paces between them.
Residual arcs of electricity still flickered across the Holy Lord's body, but they were merely weak lightning-element remnants from the purple lightning and did not cause him much harm.
"Hehe, if that is all you have, then all of you will die here today!"
The axe in the Holy Lord's hand glittered.
Qin Shaofeng curled his lip disdainfully. "That was only a warm-up, just to test the depth of your abilities!"
"Stop boasting. Do you think I do not know that you are only relying on that lightning and slightly faster movement techniques? So what if you are?"
"I..."
Before the Holy Lord could finish his second sentence, his figure suddenly vanished from where he stood. An arc of light swept through the air, hacking directly toward Qin Shaofeng's body.
"Truly shameless and despicable. Someone like you is worthy of being the Holy Lord?"
That arc of light only struck Qin Shaofeng's afterimage. His true body materialized in midair.
When he had seen the flicker in the other man's eyes just now, he had judged that the Holy Lord was definitely up to no good, so he had already been watching his movements closely.
The moment he saw the aura around the Holy Lord's body surge violently, he had conjured an afterimage in advance while his true body floated into the air.
"Kid, count yourself lucky to have escaped disaster. Now witness my second move—Sky Opening!"
A faint purple glow appeared atop the Holy Lord's axe, then swiftly enveloped it.
His figure vanished from the spot, as though he had fused into the axe itself. Then, the phantom formed by the axe covered half the