"Golden Core Middle Stage."
"Who would have thought that such a tiny place would be hiding a cultivator with such profound cultivation?"
The sinister-looking man grew serious. With just one glance at Qin Ming, he had seen how robust the other man's mana was—far surpassing his own. He immediately raised his guard to the utmost.
Then, a pitch-black iron fan appeared in his hand.
Qin Ming remained expressionless as he studied the sinister-looking man opposite him for a few moments.
"A Golden Core Middle Stage demonic cultivator?"
Boom!
The sinister-looking man immediately felt an incomparably icy and powerful Divine Sense sweep toward him without restraint.
Its sheer strength rivaled that of a golden core completion cultivator.
In an instant.
It felt as though his entire body had been struck head-on by a massive mountain. Blood seeped from his nose and mouth.
The carefree expression he had worn moments ago turned into extreme terror.
He hastily raised the Black Flame Devil Feather Fan in his hand, frantically pouring mana into it before fanning a stream of black astral wind at Qin Ming. Hundreds upon thousands of ghosts were mixed within it, wailing and roaring.
There were even four or five Golden Core-level ghosts within that black flame astral wind, while Foundation Establishment ghosts were countless.
Qin Ming looked disdainful. Without moving from where he stood, he made a grasping motion with five fingers, and three Wood Sovereign Nails glowing azure green appeared.
Then they strangely vanished into the void.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
When the azure-green light appeared again, it had already pierced through the black astral wind. The ghosts wailing within that black wind crumbled the instant they touched the divine light emitted by the Wood Sovereign Nails, like ice and snow beneath the blazing sun.
Not even the few Golden