Bang!
There was not the slightest suspense—the pillar of light struck its target.
With a crash, the seawater scattered, and inside, there was likewise not the faintest trace of Lin Xuan to be seen.
He had been fooled!
Poison Dragon Old Ancestor's face changed drastically. Only now did he realize his opponent was cunning as a fox, and that he had actually been played.
Damn it!
But he no longer had the attention to spare for shock and fury. A powerful aura suddenly surged up thirty-odd zhang to his front-left, and Lin Xuan's figure appeared from beneath the sea.
There was still a piece of red cloth over his head. Just now, he had used this to conceal his movements. Otherwise, relying on the Qi-Concealment Technique alone, how could he possibly have deceived a Dongxuan Realm cultivator?
Poison Dragon Old Ancestor was also someone who had weathered many storms. A diversion to the east while striking in the west might be seen through—but if one took an extra turn, diverting east, then west, then striking west again, what then?
The first water pillar had been to lure the enemy, but was the second any different?
In terms of strength, the old monster was indeed a cut above him, but when it came to scheming, Lin Xuan would not fall behind anyone.
Sure enough, his calculations had worked. Two feints had left the enemy dizzy and disoriented.
When experts exchanged blows, they fought over hairsbreadths. Though this flaw was tiny, it was enough to become the other party's fatal wound.
The Demonic Fate Sword had already appeared in Lin Xuan's hand. His five fingers locked around it, and magic power surged out like a tide. A chill spread from the surface of the sword; then silver light gushed forth, and his