Pfft...
A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out and swiftly turned into a mist of blood. Yet he paid it no mind, reaching for other treasures at his waist. Unfortunately, it was already too late.
A flash of azure light, and Lin Xuan appeared before him.
The distance between them was no more than a foot. The old man was shocked, furious, and frantic, but more than anything, he was afraid. What kind of movement art was this? It was far more miraculous than teleportation.
A smile appeared on Lin Xuan's face. He stretched out his right hand and lightly pressed it against the old man's chest. "So what if you're a late-stage Lihe cultivator? I've killed more than one or two immortal cultivators of your level."
Before his words had fallen, a ball of three-colored radiance burst from his palm.
Struck by Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire while utterly unguarded—forget a mere Lihe cultivator, even an old monster of the Dongxuan Realm would probably lose a layer of skin if he did not die. The old man's fate could well be imagined.
"Ah!"
He let out a loud, miserable scream, but very soon, that cry came to an abrupt halt. By then, the sea surface had also calmed. The astral wind vanished, and aside from Lin Xuan and his disciples, within a thousand li, only that brocade-robed young master remained.
Yet at this moment, where did this fellow still have the slightest trace of his earlier arrogance and tyranny? "You... what do you intend to do? I am the Mad Shark King's most beloved son. If you kill me, you'll be making an enemy of the Sea Race."
"Is that so?" A smile appeared on Lin Xuan's face. "Are you trying to scare me?"
"No, no..."
As a "favored son