In the blink of an eye, offense and defense had already changed hands.
Yet although the Ancient Demon's realm was slightly lower, his strength could not be doubted in the slightest.
Seeing it arrive in the next instant, his chest blurred, and a human face actually appeared there in eerie fashion.
It had eyes, ears, a mouth, and a nose, and was even rather handsome.
Although the White-Faced Scholar and the Ancient Demon had their grudges against each other, the two were sharing one body at this moment, so naturally there was no reason for them to drag each other down.
A fierce light flashed through his eyes.
His mouth opened, seemingly slow but actually fast.
A soft "puff" entered the ear, and he spat out a black-red demonic flame.
Its shape was much like a Lotus, but its size was far smaller.
It drifted lightly, touching that golden light.
This time, no thunderous boom rang out. Instead, it was like water meeting fire, mutually engendering and restraining each other; the spiritual light of both flickered for a moment, then vanished at the same time.
This exchange was like a rabbit rising and a falcon stooping; in almost the blink of an eye, both sides had each attacked for one round.
It seemed brief, but in truth it was perilous to a degree beyond compare.
Lin Xuan stared, dumbfounded. This was the highest-level battle he had encountered since stepping into the cultivation world.
Wang Tinglou truly deserved to be called the number one expert of the Human World, and the Ancient Demon truly deserved to be an upper existence.
The strength of the two simply was not something the likes of Taowu or the Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King could compare to.
Lin Xuan's expression darkened.
And the Ancient Demon's