At this moment, the Twelve Wanderers finally truly believed that Qin Feng had wiped out the Ksitigarbha Demon.
Before, although they were willing to believe it, deep down there were still too many doubts.
Now.
Any suspicion toward Qin Feng was completely dispelled!
He really did have the strength to fight a "demon" head-on!
Right now.
The Soul-devouring Demon had been sent flying by a punch, tumbling several times across the ground, and was suddenly at a complete loss.
In his memory, his strength was top-tier within Mist Cloud Mountain. Other than Emperor Wujian, he could battle anyone for hundreds of rounds—so how had he been knocked down by a mere little human with a single punch?
"Damn it, I got careless!"
The Soul-devouring Demon roared in fury and looked at Qin Feng again.
Only now did he finally recognize that Qin Feng was the one with the Pristine Immortal Body whom he had encountered a few days earlier.
