Fairy Scorpion had unexpectedly fallen, and Corpse King Qingyuan was a tangle of shock and fury. Yet within his incredulous expression, a trace of fear faintly showed.
Corpse King Qingyuan knew perfectly well how powerful that Jade Ruyi was. Even against a late-stage Lihe cultivator, it could hold out for a while—so how had she died, inexplicably, at the hands of a Nascent Soul junior?
What unknown secret was hidden in all this? What exactly was that Baleful Ghost Ink?
But at this moment, how could there be time to get to the bottom of it? Though he wanted to avenge his beloved wife, as the saying went, two fists were hard-pressed to fend off four hands.
Lin Xuan, combined with the power of the formation, was already making it unbearably difficult for him to cope. And now, beside him, there was another young girl capable of killing a Lihe cultivator.
After weighing the pros and cons, a thought of retreat had already sprouted in Corpse King Qingyuan's heart.
But how rich was Lin Xuan's experience in magical combat? Over these three hundred years, he had passed through blood and storm, crossed blows with countless foes. Seeing his opponent's gaze flicker, he had already guessed what he was planning.
He wanted to leave? How could it be that easy?
The tide of battle changed unpredictably. He had finally seized the upper hand; of course he could not simply let his opponent escape. Beating the drowning dog was the best choice.
"Ha!"
Lin Xuan let out an angry roar, and the magic power throughout his body surged like water bursting through a dike, swarming into the short sword in his hand.
At once, immortal mist curled, and runes flashed. A Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure was no small matter; like a bottomless pit,