As Lin Xuan spoke, he pointed at the Gourd Artifact, and even more Heavenly Thunder Sand swarmed out, surging toward his opponent like raging waves in a stormy sea.
"You... don't push people too far. If you truly force us brothers into a dead end, then when the fish dies and the net splits, it won't do you any good either."
Seeing that begging for mercy was useless, a trace of ferocity flashed through the Old Monk's eyes, and he spoke viciously.
"Oh? Then Lin will have to try all the more."
Lin Xuan was no fledgling fresh from the thatch hut. Over six hundred years, he had weathered countless bloody storms; how could such words, fierce in appearance but weak at heart, possibly frighten him?
With a sweep of his sleeve, a spell art shot from his fingertip. The Heavenly Thunder Sand gathered toward the center, and a tiger with wings on its back appeared in sight.
Savage and vicious, it lunged fiercely at the Monk.
"Amitabha!"
The Old Monk chanted the Buddha's name, yet unexpectedly, he turned and ran. He was no fool; he clearly could not win, so staying here would be no different from courting death!
As the saying went, while the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. A gentleman's revenge could wait ten years.
Yet fast as he was, Lin Xuan's movements were even swifter. With a flicker of his figure, he vanished from where he stood.
Needless to say, it was the Nine Heavens Micro-Steps. After only a few turns, he had already caught up to the other man's front.
"You..."
The Old Monk turned pale with shock, but when he then saw Lin Xuan striding right up to within three feet of him, his anger could not help turning