He appeared rather heroic, with a slender and powerful fra, as if a dragon lay dormant within, immortal bone hidden within, and his eyes beneath his sword-like brows were sharp and penetrating, as if they could see through the human heart directly.
This person’s appearance and temperant were both outstanding, exuding an extraordinary aura.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"The light of a kind and benevolent true heart," Qin Ming replied.
In the distance, the people of the Huang Family cursed their misfortune. If this person claid to stand for the righteous path, did that an they were categorized as the evil path and villains?
Taking advantage of this mont, they retreated to the distance, truly frightened by the confrontation.
Qin Ming was also observing Wei Shouzhen, wondering if this was the true master behind Xinhou. He had been investigating the matter, but currently felt no sense of the truth.
Wei Shouzhen spoke, "Friend, you have overstepped; several grandmasters are already aged, so why do you need to strike with lethal force?"
Qin Ming replied calmly, "If I killed, then so be it; it rely resolves the issue of bad people getting old."
Then, looking at the saint before him, he asked, "Are you going to stand up for them?"
Wei Shouzhen remained composed, his body radiating with the light of a great sun, majestic and brilliant. He said, "I must demand an explanation."
Qin Ming stood with his hands behind his back and said, "It’s rely a Pure Yang Consciousness, yet you dare to co before ?"
So people had already discerned that Wei Shouzhen was a condensation of consciousness, and many others were realizing it only now because his Pure Yang Dharma Body looked identical to a real body.
Who exactly was this mysterious person, who treated the saint dismissively?
Zhou Tian Dao, Yan Zhuohua, and others watched silently, their hearts truly unable to remain calm.
Many thought that the man in the night sky, with the air of a Banished Immortal, yet carrying an air of arrogance, perhaps represented a form of greater freedom and liberation.
Wei Shouzhen, very calmly, said, "If I lose, my true body will battle you."
"Please!" he made a gesture, and then launched his attack.
In the night sky, it suddenly beca as bright as day, Wei Shouzhen’s Pure Yang Consciousness power roared, intertwined with immortal Dao patterns, causing the void itself to distort, as if collapsing.
He swung a fist, brilliant light and great majesty, illuminating the heavens and the earth.
Qin Ming clenched a fist mark with his right hand and smashed it out with a boom; he did not underestimate the opponent. Facing a Saint-level figure, he gave enough respect.
Under the sky, two dazzling fists clashed, like two suns eting, bursting forth endless runes, flas rising to the sky, and then exploding in all directions.
Many people cried in pain, with even so having blood trickling from their eye corners, unable to look directly at that scene.
In the field, holy light rain enveloped Qin Ming, standing unmoved, only his clothes fluttering in the wind as if he were about to ascend as an immortal.
Wei Shouzhen retreated, the cracks on his fist spreading up his arm, then expanding to other parts.
It was a terrifying scene; he was like a human form ceramic, shattered and with cracks spreading densely, gradually covering his whole body.
This was his Pure Yang Dharma Body, and while this kind of Consciousness Spiritual Light was hard to destroy, it still depended on what level of power it encountered.
Even now, he still shone brightly, translucent and crystalline, but under the even more dazzling fist light, he was about to be torn to pieces.
Wei Shouzhen appeared as a glowing Crystal Man, disintegrating.
With a bang, his Pure Yang Dharma Body was completely shattered, but the Pure Yang Power leaped up fiercely again, flas punching through the sky, as he tried to reconstitute his body.
Qin Ming followed up with a punch, like an Immortal Light piercing through the Nine Heavens, basking everything with the power to destroy dead wood, seeking to obliterate the saint’s Pure Yang Consciousness.
Wei Shouzhen’s newly gathered body cracked again terrifyingly; his heart thumped in fear, his expression grave, unable to remain composed as he was about to explode again.
With a clang, he suddenly drew a Divine Chain, extrely dazzling, entangling the Rule Fragnt power, piercing through the night sky, shooting toward his opponent.
Qin Ming’s pupils contracted, realizing... it was a Magic Chain!
In the distance, Saint Wen Dao nodded imdiately upon seeing this, thinking... it’s settled.
Soon after, Pure Yang Divine Light spread under his feet, as he walked as if on a splendid path forward, his true body slightly approaching the battlefield.
This was not Qin Ming’s first encounter with Magic Chains; he had experience.
Silently, he opened the Broken Cloth Space. Without drawing the golden silk parasol, he moved forward.
The Magic Chain shone brightly, illuminating the void, yet when it reached Qin Ming’s fingertips, it quickly dimd, like a candle extinguishing in a gale.
Wei Shouzhen tried to retrieve it, but was shocked to find it couldn’t be moved, the Magic Chain hit a target and was stuck.
The golden silk parasol, with a bit of morning grumpiness, felt indignant, bemoaning the lack of martial virtue—it was rely taking a short nap, only to be ambushed.
Unquestionably, it got ’tattooed’ again.
The broken cloth was not visible to the human eye; Wei Shouzhen could not clearly see what it was, only feeling that an abyss might have opened near his opponent’s fist mark.
Qin Ming clenched the fist mark again and smashed forward, the saint Wei Shouzhen exploding on the spot.
Wei Shouzhen’s Pure Yang Consciousness turned into a stream of light, attempting to escape.
Qin Ming silently vanished from the place, instantly teleporting close, with a big hand covering, grabbing all the shattered Consciousness Spiritual Light into his grasp, and crushing it fiercely.
"Just a re Pure Yang Consciousness, and you dare to display saints before ?" Qin Ming, with his left hand behind him, spoke indifferently.
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