The thought flashed through Lin Xuan's mind, and green light surged all over him as he flew swiftly forward.
Since he was already clear on the identity of the cultivator ahead, there was no point in continuing to hide his cultivation.
Princess Xinyue's strength was still inferior to Taowu's; she simply could not pose any threat to him.
Moreover, after what had just happened, she was probably already like a bird startled by the twang of a bow.
That unruly woman had always been held in the palms of others' hands. Now that she had suffered such a great setback, eight or nine times out of ten her courage had already been frightened out of her. How would she still dare come looking for trouble with him?
Thinking this, Lin Xuan naturally had no misgivings, and his flying speed was more than twice as fast as before.
Before long, he vanished into the faint mist ahead.
At the same time, elsewhere.
Upon a flight of Jade Stone Stairs.
The stairs were exceedingly broad; looking out at a glance, one could not even see where they extended to as they wound toward the summit of Penglai Mountain.
Rumbling explosions entered the ear.
If anyone happened to pass by this place, they would surely be frightened dumb, because on the stairs, several dozen demon ghosts had actually gathered.
They were of all different forms, each one hideous to the extreme.
The monsters of the Underworld Realm, in the sheer strangeness and variety of their forms, could be said to surpass even Ancient Demons.
Zombies and Yinhun could still be considered normal.
At this moment, the most eye-catching figure on the stairs was a burly skeleton, more than ten zhang tall, its entire body exuding a suffocating, savage aura.
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