"Swift!"
Lin Xuan pointed forward. A soft pfft reached the ear, like a fledgling breaking from its shell, and from within that egg-sized, jade-green flame, a sharp-toothed, sharp-beaked little bird hatched.
Then Lin Xuan clasped his hands in empty air and cast out another spell seal. The little bird wheeled and danced, turning into a startling rainbow that shot straight toward the white-haired old man's head.
The other party was both shocked and furious, his face draining of every trace of blood. Without another word, he clapped his hands, and a Dharma Treasure shot from his sleeve.
Its shape was peculiar—it actually looked like a crane-beak pickaxe used for digging herbs.
Yet silver light flashed over its surface; clearly, it too had been refined from quite extraordinary materials.
Facing a great immortal cultivator of the Nascent Soul Late Stage, how would the old man dare hold back any divine abilities? His hands flew like butterflies weaving through flowers, and then he spat a mouthful of vital blood from his lips.
The blood was dark red. As it met the wind, it flashed and immediately transformed into a fist-sized cloud of blood mist, rapidly sinking into the crane-beak pickaxe.
A low, deep sound entered the ear. After absorbing its master's Life Essence, the power of this treasure naturally increased by quite a bit.
It collided with the Azure Phantom Nether Fire in midair.
Although he had already guessed that the divine abilities of a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator would be no small matter, the scene that followed still left the old man dumbstruck.
The little bird transformed back into jade-green flame, blazing fiercely as it wrapped the entire three-foot-long crane-beak pickaxe within it. In the span of a breath, the treasure was eerily reduced to ashes.
Impossible!
The old man's