Jiang the Old Monster was both shocked and furious; faintly, the thought of retreat had already risen in his heart.
This old monster was the sort who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Seeing that Lin Xuan was not easy to deal with, he had already begun beating the retreat drum instead.
But if he wanted to leave, how could it be that easy? After piercing through that bizarre wall of water, the Azure Fire Sword shot like wind and lightning, already slashing viciously toward his head and neck.
Its fierce radiance was dazzling, its momentum pressing forward without turning back. Though Jiang the Old Monster was a great cultivator of the Nascent Soul Late Stage, even his spine went a little cold.
He had no confidence in taking it head-on. His hands lifted, then clenched in reverse; lightning flashed all over his body, and he actually vanished from where he stood without a trace.
Needless to say, it was the Earth-Shrinking Divine Ability that only great cultivators could grasp.
Though it could not compare to teleportation, it had already glimpsed the mysteries of spatial divine abilities.
Unfortunately, before Lin Xuan, this was nothing but showing off an axe before the master carpenter.
Seeing his target lost, Lin Xuan was neither flustered nor hurried. He flipped his left hand, and an ancient-looking Long Spear appeared in his palm.
He reached out and gripped it, then swung it downward in a seemingly light and breezy motion.
Lin Xuan's movement carried almost no trace of mortal smoke and fire, yet a soft "rip" sounded by the ear. Then, roughly a thousand-odd zhang to the left, the air rippled like water, turning wavering and blurred, and afterward an old man with disheveled hair staggered into view.
His face was filled with shock.