After staring fixedly at Qingfeng for a long while, Tuoba Ao suddenly threw back his head and laughed. "I never imagined there was someone like you in this world. Little Taoist, just what cultivation method do you practice?"
"There's no need for you to know what cultivation method it is. But there are only four hours left now. If you're confident you have enough time to obtain that secret, then make your move. Though I dislike fighting and killing, I cannot stand by and watch you hurt my junior brother and these seniors." By the end, the smile on Qingfeng's face had faded, his expression growing somewhat grave.
"Hmm?" Tuoba Ao's eyes narrowed. Then he said, "Little Taoist, you're bluffing!"
"Oh?" Qingfeng's expression remained unchanged as he looked at Tuoba Ao.
"It seems you're merely like me, with half a foot in the martial realm. Do you think I'd fear you?" Tuoba Ao said.
Tuoba Ao had indeed been deeply shocked just now. After all, someone like this had suddenly appeared. But thinking it over now, he understood Qingfeng's realm. If Qingfeng had truly reached the martial realm, would he still waste words on him? He would probably have attacked long ago.
He would never believe such nonsense as "disliking fighting and killing," so he was quite certain Qingfeng's realm should be the same as his own. He had not examined him closely earlier, but now he could sense that the little Taoist's aura was quite ordinary. There was no need for him to pay it too much mind.
"Of course you wouldn't fear me. Then allow me to experience your formidable skills. Someone from Senior Sun's era truly is remarkable. Come!" Qingfeng said.
Tuoba Ao hesitated, his brow furrowing as countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
Now that he