Qin Ming's figure blurred, and he vanished from the Great Hall.
Watching this scene, everyone could not help but place all their hopes on him.
If even Moon Gazing True Monarch fell, then the next to die would be low-ranking cultivators like them.
"Moon Gazing True Monarch, I heard your cultivation strength is extraordinary. Even Old Demon Wu of Longevity Temple died by your hand. Let This Seat see whether you truly live up to the rumors!"
As soon as Lord Seven Sorrows finished speaking, the knotted muscles beneath his thick beard rippled, erupting with destructive power. He clenched his fist and threw a punch at Qin Ming.
Boom!
The fist shadow expanded into a phantom more than thirty yards wide in midair, crashing down on Qin Ming like a small mountain.
Among devil-path cultivators, body refiners were most formidable in terms of their physical bodies, which were comparable to fourth-grade spirit treasures.
Thus, when fighting others, they often relied on bodily divine abilities to meet attacks head-on.
Seeing the terrifying fist shadow hurtling in from outside, everyone's faces turned pale.
"Lord Seven Sorrows, do not be so arrogant!"
"How can the Southern Wasteland be a place for you to run wild!"
Yet Qin Ming merely waved his hand. An azure-green small cauldron spun through the air, instantly expanding to dozens of yards in size and shielding him before him.
Dong!
Lord Seven Sorrows' incomparably violent punch slammed into the Spirit King Cauldron, erupting with a boom like a colossal bell being struck. A mountain-shattering, sea-overturning shockwave raised towering waves across the lake and spread in every direction.
Celestial Foreseer's eyes widened in astonishment. He could scarcely believe that Qin Ming, with only Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivation, had forcibly withstood Lord Seven Sorrows' all-out punch.
"Interesting. You actually managed