Leaving aside the clash between the two Lihe Realm existences, on the other side, Lin Xuan and Shi Zheng had also squared off.
When enemies met, their eyes burned all the redder.
Moreover, in this world, how many grudges could compare to the hatred of having one's wife stolen?
Shi Zheng's face was filled with venomous resentment. He wished he could swallow Lin Xuan alive and flay him raw. Of course, whether he could do it was another matter.
Behind him stood seven Transformation Realm members of the Demon Race, each one burly, their appearances hideous to the extreme.
In the cultivation world, there was no such thing as a fair duel. At this moment, they were naturally thinking of ganging up on him.
Facing so many monsters, however, Lin Xuan showed not the slightest fear. A mere handful of Transformation Realm demons—with his current magic power, he had long since ceased to put them in his eyes. Even without using a Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure, killing these fellows would take no effort at all.
Master Sky Lion was the true great enemy. Lin Xuan naturally did not wish to waste precious time here.
The enemies before him were nothing but clowns jumping over beams.
Of course, Shi Zheng himself would not think so. As the young lord of Lion Heart Valley, this brat was also someone long accustomed to arrogance and tyranny.
Even if Lin Xuan had an extraordinary treasure in his hands, they had numbers on their side, and that would be enough to cancel out his advantage.
A vicious glint flashed through his eyes, and Shi Zheng sent out his divine sense.
Roar!
An earth-shaking cry entered their ears. The hundreds of third-rank demons around them bared fangs and brandished claws, pouncing toward this side together.
Angry though