Lin Xuan felt slightly surprised. These four men's cultivation was a little higher than he had originally expected. But it did not matter. So what if they were late-stage Lihe Realm cultivators? Lin Xuan still wore an indifferent expression, his hands clasped behind his back, making it clear he did not take them seriously at all.
Since the deed was already done, what else was there to say? So what if he stayed arrogant to the end? In any case, the enmity between him and the Poison Dragon Old Ancestor had long since become irreconcilable.
Lin Xuan's attitude truly cowed the four of them. As the saying went, without a diamond drill, one did not take on porcelain work. How would an ordinary mid-stage Lihe Realm cultivator dare act so wildly before the four of them?
If the other party dared to do this, he was surely relying on something.
When they had first received the Ten Thousand Mile Talisman sent by their disciples, the few of them had been both shocked and furious. The Poison Dragon Old Ancestor's fierce reputation had spread far and wide, and for tens of thousands of years, no one had dared stroke a tiger's whiskers. A mere Lihe Realm cultivator dared be a mantis trying to stop a cart, even running over to dig earth over the head of Tai Sui—if that was not being tired of living, then what was?
They had left midway and hurried away from Xiaoyuan Island, the four of them rushing back in a frenzy. The Old Ancestor was away on distant travels, and at home there were only a group of Nascent Soul cultivators and those below. Though formations protected the island, whether they could block a Lihe Realm cultivator was truly hard to say.
If anything went