High in the sky.
The blood-colored phantom of the giant ape dispersed, revealing the figure of a Bearded Man radiating a terrifying aura.
Ah... this is bad! I stood out a little too much.
Good thing I took the Myriad Illusion Pill. No one knows who I am.
Of all places, where did Linghu Yang have to strike? Why did he have to slash at me?
And Wei Wuyai—at such a critical moment, he actually chickened out.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have needed to make a move.
For a moment, the scene was deathly silent.
Qin Ming could feel everyone's gazes converging upon him, and he immediately felt somewhat uncomfortable.
The cultivators stared at him, each of them showing awe and fear in their eyes.
The Immortal Cultivation World had always revered strength. His effortless defeat of Linghu Yang was enough to prove his terrifying cultivation strength. It seemed another great storm was about to sweep through the Immortal Cultivation World.
"Cough!"
Qin Ming raised a hand and coughed lightly. Ignoring everyone's stares, he transformed into a blood-colored streak of light and vanished in an instant, leaving this place of trouble and strife.
By this point, Qin Ming had gained a clearer understanding of his own strength. Within the Foundation Establishment Realm, he should have few rivals.
As the Bearded Man departed.
Whoosh!
A burst of noisy discussion erupted atop Forbidden Purple Ridge.
"He's too strong!"
"Who exactly was that burly cultivator just now?"
"With just one punch, he effortlessly shattered the spell that even Wei Wuyai had not dared receive, and defeated Linghu Yang besides!"
"He seemed to be a body-tempering cultivator. What a powerful and domineering Body Tempering Art!"
"This Old Man thought he was at Foundation Establishment Early Stage? Could he have concealed his cultivation?"
"That must