Lin Xuan turned his head, preparing to face this terrifying figure.
A Dongxuan Realm old monster truly could not be taken lightly, yet there was not much fear on Lin Xuan's face. If the Hundred Herb Sect had not been dragging him down, this level of danger actually would not have troubled him at all.
Besides, he still had the Giant Whale King's Command Token in his hand. The Sea Race's Six Kings were joined like branches of the same breath, and he had no hatred or entanglement with the other party. Presumably, as long as the man was not so stuffed full he had nothing better to do, he should not go so far as to wipe them out to the last.
Thinking this, Lin Xuan's face revealed even less joy or anger. When facing an old monster of that level, composure was very important. If he showed too much fear, it might instead arouse the other party's killing intent.
Ever since Lin Xuan had set foot on the path of immortal cultivation, he had almost always been rolling through foul winds and rains of blood. How could he not understand this much?
And by now, the spiritual pressure had grown even stronger. If it were another Lihe Realm cultivator, nine times out of ten they would already be unable to bear it, yet Lin Xuan showed not the slightest abnormality.
He had once fought a Dongxuan Realm existence one-on-one. This level naturally would not affect him.
In the distance, a mass of bloody light appeared in his field of vision with extreme strangeness, exactly the same as what he had just seen.
Lin Xuan sent out a hand seal. The Spirit Boat's light flickered, and it stopped moving.
What had to be faced would always have to be