"Oh, you want to kill me?"
A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. He had come here to be the hunter, yet he had never expected that, in another's eyes, he had instead become weak, easy prey.
"That's right. Fellow Daoist is not old, yet you were able to advance to the Nascent Soul Realm. It is impressive indeed. Given time, perhaps you might even advance to Lihe. Unfortunately, you ran into this old man..."
A cruel look appeared on old monster Jiang's face. This fellow was not only vicious in mind, but also jealous by nature. He had always prided himself on having a decent Spirit Root, never expecting to encounter such a heaven-defying figure as Lin Xuan.
Although, because his cultivation method had the effect of preserving his youth, one could not tell exactly how old he was, one thing was beyond doubt: he was much younger than Jiang had been when Jiang advanced to the Late Stage.
Old monster Jiang's heart was filled with envy and jealousy, and at the same time with a perverse delight. The thought that he could exterminate a genius who might possibly advance to Lihe made him incomparably excited.
Lin Xuan's brows knitted tightly. Although he did not know what the other party was thinking, the expression on this old monster's face disgusted him at a glance. Back when he had still been a middle-stage cultivator, he had destroyed Kong Xuan's fleshly body. Now that he had advanced, would he still have any misgivings?
Although he knew he ought to be modest, to put it bluntly, over the past two hundred years, cultivators of the same rank truly had never been placed in Lin Xuan's eyes.
Challenging those above his level was, to him, practically as common