Looking at the venomous resentment on the three men's faces, Lin Xuan slowly closed his eyes. It was not that he wanted to give up, but that right now, he could not muster even the slightest bit of magic power.
He could not even make his Nascent Soul flee his body.
Lin Xuan sighed. It seemed falling here was already the inevitable end.
For two hundred years, he had weathered hardship after hardship. He had never imagined it would all end at this moment.
A bitter smile touched the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. He forced himself to lift his head and glanced at the light curtain behind him. Though at this very moment he was like a clay bodhisattva crossing a river, unable even to save himself, deep in his heart, there was still someone he could not stop worrying about.
His own death was nothing to regret, but what about Yue'er? Alone, how could she escape from the hands of these old monsters?
Who said death was the most frightening thing? In Lin Xuan's heart, there were some people far more important than his own life.
In a daze, scenes from the past seemed to flash before him, but his enemies would not give Lin Xuan time to think. A savage grin appeared at the corner of the Mysterious Venerable of the Nine Heavens's mouth. He was going to extract this hateful brat's soul and refine his spirit.
However, the other two old monsters would not stand idle either. The Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure in Lin Xuan's hand made their eyes red and their hearts burn.
Their escape lights rose, and the three of them shot toward him at the same time.
Lin Xuan sighed. He wanted to fight back, but helplessly, there was not the slightest trace of