Seventh-Rank Primordial Poison Flame

"I never thought you, too, would have a day when you saw the light of day again."

"To think I would encounter a top-grade strange flame."

The Golden-robed Man's phantom spoke blandly.

"Once this king deals with these ants and recovers a little vitality, I'll come settle the score with you."

As his words fell.

The Golden-robed Man's pair of golden vertical pupils returned to Qin Ming, staring at him coldly.

Qin Ming had not expected that this old monster, roasted by the Golden Crow Divine Flame for tens of thousands of years, had not yet completely died!

He had heard before that the more powerful a True Spirit was, the closer it came to being undying and indestructible. It seemed that was true.

In an instant.

Qin Ming roused himself to utmost vigilance. Having walked the path of cultivation to this day, his state of mind had long become different from before.

Even facing such a threat now, he remained unafraid in the face of danger.

After calmly assessing the situation, he knew the other party was merely a powerful crossbow at the end of its bolt, so he did not panic too much.

Qin Ming had secretly summoned numerous Spirit Pets precisely to guard against situations like this.

Unexpectedly, his cautious measure had truly hit the mark.

In but a moment.

Without waiting for the Golden-robed Man to strike, Qin Ming secretly activated the Myriad Forms, Selfless Heavenly Demon Freedom Art. His Nascent Soul directly brought forth the Soul-Slaying Demonic Sword.

Qin Ming entered an abstruse state of Clear Sword Heart. The entire world seemed to contain only himself and the Soul-Slaying Demonic Sword, the two merging into one.

In that instant, man and sword became one, his heart reflecting all things.

A trace of surprise appeared on