Qin Haoyan’s eyes were cold and sharp. “Have you ever seen an old man selling paintings in the black market?”
“No, I haven’t,” Feng Qingran replied, her voice utterly devoid of emotion.
Qin Haoyan’s old face stiffened. Feng Qingran had already fallen under the Soul Capture Technique—it was impossible for her to lie.
Could they have been mistaken? Was the real buyer of the painting actually someone else?
Qin Haoyan raised his withered hand and drew the Qingluan Sword from the ground into his grasp. “What is this sword called? Where did you get it?”
“It is called Qingluan. I bought it at an auction,” Feng Qingran answered truthfully.
“Take the bracelet off your wrist and hand it to me.” Qin Haoyan decided to first examine Feng Qingran’s secret.
Feng Qingran raised her hand, as translucent as jade, her face without a ripple of emotion. “I cannot take it off.”
Qin Haoyan’s eyes darkened slightly. Even under the Soul Capture Technique, she still instinctively refused him. It seemed this bracelet was surely a treasure.
Qin Haoyan reached toward Feng Qingran, deciding to remove the jade bracelet himself.
Just as Qin Haoyan was about to touch Feng Qingran, she quickly slipped a long needle into his hand.
Then, Feng Qingran swiftly leaped away, and in the blink of an eye, she was several zhang away from Qin Haoyan.
Qin Haoyan’s eyes blazed with fury—Feng Qingran actually dared to toy with him!
But at that very moment, Feng Qingran shouted, “Thousand-Mile Tracking, no distance too far!”
As her words fell, the long needle in Qin Haoyan’s hand let out a click, like an umbrella opening.
Qin Haoyan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and wanted to throw the thing away.
Unfortunately, it was already too late!
Bang!——
A loud explosion rang out.
The umbrella-shaped object exploded, and thousands upon thousands of icy needles shot out from within, their power shaking the earth, the scene utterly horrifying.
Qin Haoyan stared in terror at the needles stabbing toward him.
He flipped in midair to dodge some of them, then raised his hand and swung his sleeve, sweeping part of the needles into his sleeve, then flung them out with the wind.
After seeing the tens of thousands of ice needles flung far away, Qin Haoyan was drenched in cold sweat.
It was the first time Qin Haoyan had ever seen a hidden weapon with such power.
In the past, hidden weapons he could crush to powder with a raise of his hand. He never imagined there could be such indestructible hidden weapons!
If these things were to become widespread out there, wouldn’t the status of Void Gods be gravely threatened?
“Feng! Qing! Ran! Since you sincerely seek death, I shall grant your wish!” Qin Haoyan’s eyes were venomous, his entire aura icy cold.
“Old man, I suggest you take a look behind you,” Feng Qingran said, her crimson lips curving slightly, her apricot eyes as radiant as moonlight, even making a face at Qin Haoyan.
Fourth Senior Brother’s Thousand-Mile Tracking Needle was not to be trifled with.
Qin Haoyan turned his head and immediately felt his heart nearly leap from his chest—the ice needles he had just flung away had already reached his back.
Qin Haoyan flipped over to dodge the needles rushing toward him.
However, the ice needles curved around and shot toward Qin Haoyan again.
The ice needles were like swimming snakes, baring their fangs and claws, brimming with killing intent, refusing to let Qin Haoyan go.
No matter which direction Qin Haoyan fled, they followed.
Qin Haoyan could only use his spiritual power, wanting to destroy these ice needles, but he found that no matter how many he destroyed, it was all useless.
The ice needles seemed able to regenerate, pursuing him relentlessly.
Qin Haoyan looked at Feng Qingran gloating in the distance, his fury soaring to the heavens—he wanted to drag Feng Qingran over to block the needles for him!
Feng Qingran seemed to sense Qin Haoyan’s intention. When Qin Haoyan moved toward her, she deliberately flew quickly in the opposite direction on her sword.
Qin Haoyan wanted to use his pressure to bind Feng Qingran, but was shocked to discover that Feng Qingran was not afraid of his pressure at all.
Even more so, the power of his domain could not control Feng Qingran.
Qin Haoyan was greatly alarmed. There was absolutely something strange about Feng Qingran—a Nascent Soul against a Void God, and she was running the Void God in circles.
It was simply absurd!
Utterly ridiculous!
Boundless killing intent ignited in Qin Haoyan’s heart. What happened today absolutely must not spread, so Feng Qingran must die!
Qin Haoyan gathered spiritual power in both hands, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Feng Qingran.
Generally, after cultivators enter the Void God stage, they rarely use spiritual power to kill.
A Void God’s spiritual power is easily consumed, but extremely difficult to replenish.
One must go to a secret realm rich in spiritual power, or set up a living-being formation, accumulating enough spiritual power before cultivating again.
After all, a single Void God could very likely drain an entire city’s spiritual power dry.
Those cultivators below the Void God stage certainly could not compete with a Void God.
The rate of spiritual power regeneration was also extremely slow, so there was an agreement across the Nine Provinces: no Void God may cultivate freely in the outside world.
Qin Haoyan flicked his left sleeve, flinging the ice needles far away, while his right hand gathered spiritual energy.
A green orb of light floated above Qin Haoyan’s palm.
Within the green orb was an extremely terrifying power, so fearsome that even the ice needles dared not approach.
Qin Haoyan stomped hard on the ground with both feet, and a Taiji diagram unfurled beneath him, instantly expanding to cover the entire Void God domain.
Feng Qingran’s eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at the Taiji diagram below, a wary expression appearing on her face.
No matter how many tricks she had, she was still within the Void God’s domain—caution and care were indispensable.
