"Liberation by Violence?" Kong Hui was taken aback, and a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Benefactor, what grand words. Why not stretch out your neck and let yourself be stabbed? This old monk can likewise spare your soul."
"Oh? It seems Master is brimming with confidence. In that case, let us see the truth beneath our hands."
Before Lin Xuan had finished speaking, he swept his sleeve. Spiritual light flickered, and dozens of Sword Rays swam out from within his sleeve like fish.
They swelled against the wind; in the blink of an eye, they were already over ten feet long, like a multicolored wave, surging layer upon layer toward his opponent.
Their momentum was no small matter. Every cultivator nearby showed shock on their face and retreated one after another, afraid that if they were careless and got swept in, they would be like fish in a moat struck by calamity, regretting it when it was far too late.
Yet Kong Hui acted as if he had seen nothing. He likewise did not summon any defensive treasure at all. He merely brought his hands together, and five-colored Buddhist light abruptly poured from his body, forming an incomparably dazzling curtain of light.
"You don't know life from death!"
Lin Xuan truly had never been looked down upon like this by someone of the same rank. One had to know that, with the depth of his magic power, it was several times purer than that of ordinary late-stage cultivators. Though these Sword Qi had been released casually, the power of each one was not inferior to the bonded treasure of a Yuanchu Realm cultivator.
Lin Xuan gave a cold snort, and the power of the Sword Rays instantly increased by another thirty percent.
Though he had not