A cold gleam flashed in Lin Bingchun's eyes, while the Spiritual Energy around him surged and roared like a raging river.
His entire bearing soared like a rainbow, as though he were a war god stepping out of an ancient battlefield.
He took a step forward, and even the stone slabs beneath his feet could not withstand that overwhelming pressure. With a crack, fissures spread across them.
He said coldly, "Hmph, declining? Yet your Xuantian Hall still dares to act so arrogantly and stir up trouble everywhere. It seems you have gone too long without tasting hardship and have forgotten how to behave!"
"Then don't blame us for bullying the few with the many! Attack!" The leader among the Black Robes roared himself hoarse and was the first to charge wildly at Lin Bingchun.
The black curved blade in his hand was like an evil thing dredged from an endless abyss, wrapped in black Spiritual Energy as thick as ink as it carved an arc through the air.
The black Spiritual Energy was like a vicious flood dragon that chose its prey to devour, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it pounced upon Lin Bingchun. The air tore apart wherever it passed, producing a hissing sound.
Seeing this, the other Black Robes also unleashed their own techniques.
In an instant, all kinds of spell lights flashed, and Magic Artifacts whistled through the air as they poured down toward Lin Bingchun like dense raindrops.
For a time, heaven and earth changed color as light and shadow intertwined.
"Petty tricks!"
Lin Bingchun snorted coldly. Rather than retreat, he advanced, his body shooting forward like lightning. With a shake of his spear, it surged forth like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying the force to split mountains and shatter rocks