In the distance, the spectators finally seemed to have their pressure points unsealed. A buzzing storm of discussion erupted.
"Does anyone get it... Was I just seeing things? That guy really... one-shotted Dong Pengfei?"
"What kind of monster is that? What backwater corner did he crawl out of? I've never heard of the Blood Demon Sect having such a powerhouse!"
"Tsk, the Dragon Python Sect's faces have gone green this time. That look in Xuan Ting's eyes is terrifying."
Several lavishly dressed female cultivators gathered together, whispering among themselves as their gazes repeatedly drifted toward Qin Shaofeng.
"Senior Sister, look at that man... Even if he seemed to have borrowed some external power, that ruthless aura of his—and his looks aren't bad either..."
"What? Has your heart begun to stir? Want to go ask him about 'dual cultivation' techniques?" The woman beside her covered her lips and giggled, her eyes glimmering.
"Get lost! But... if I could truly forge a good connection with someone like him, even... help each other through dual cultivation, that wouldn't be a loss, would it?"
Qin Shaofeng turned a deaf ear to all of it.
All his focus was on the disastrous turmoil within his body.
It hurt even more!
The vast power brought by the fragment was receding like the tide, leaving behind meridians stretched to the point of being covered in cracks. Every breath tugged at the pain. The lightning patterns on his skin dimmed, and the violet electricity in his pupils faded away, leaving only the hollow weakness of overexertion.
I'm spent, completely spent...
The fragment quietly shrank back into his chest, giving off a mild residual warmth, as though it had not been the one that had just churned the earth veins with thunderous force and forcibly fused a divine weapon.