Before the words had even finished leaving his mouth, his expression turned icy. A faint red gleam flashed through his eyes, and a surge of savage brutality poured out. A rumbling roar entered their ears as overwhelming spiritual pressure came crashing down toward Lin Xuan's head.
Seizing the initiative with sound alone!
If an ordinary Lihe Realm cultivator faced this kind of oppression, their life would not be in danger, but fear would certainly have already taken root in their heart.
This was a technique for attacking the mind. Sick Demon's intentions were extremely vicious, but unfortunately, he had chosen the wrong opponent. How could Lin Xuan be judged by common sense? To him, challenging those above his level was basically as ordinary as eating and drinking. How could mere spiritual pressure have the slightest effect on him?
What Sick Demon was doing was no different from casting flirtatious glances at a blind man.
It had not the slightest effect at all.
However, this fellow was likewise someone with rich combat experience. Seeing that his scheme had no effect, after a brief moment of surprise, his face returned to normal.
So what if his mental fortitude was solid? In the end, battle still came down to strength. A mere Lihe Realm cultivator dared act so domineering and arrogant before him? Then he simply did not know how the word "death" was written.
Since intimidation had no effect, Sick Demon merely flicked his right hand, and a cloud of blood mist flew out from his sleeve.
No, it was not blood mist. That so-called mist was made up of semi-liquid red droplets of all different sizes, still flickering nonstop.
Lin Xuan had seen this attack before. It was some kind of secret technique similar to the Demonic Path, strange and evil,