"It's you?"
Poison Dragon Old Ancestor was first stunned, then his expression turned strange to the extreme, his face filled with a sinister, brutal malice. "Brat surnamed Lin, you actually dare stand here? What, were you just planning to be so bold as to ambush this old man?"
"That's right."
Lin Xuan spoke with a smile. Since matters had come to this, denying it had no meaning. "Lin did indeed think that just now. Unfortunately, the heavens have treated you well. It seems there is no chance."
"Hmph. Even if the ambush had succeeded, what of it? With just a mere Lihe Realm cultivator like you, you think you can make things difficult for this old man? You truly don't know whether you're alive or dead," Poison Dragon Old Ancestor said coldly.
He did indeed have the right to say that.
The gap between major realms was simply not something so easily made up for. Challenges across levels might truly exist, but in most people's eyes, they were nothing more than a distant legend.
Poison Dragon Old Ancestor had never thought in that direction at all.
"Is that so, old fellow? Don't you think your tone is too big? How much of your strength do you think you still have now?" Lin Xuan's gaze swept over him, making no attempt whatsoever to hide his expression of taking advantage of another's peril.
However, saying this was merely to confuse him.
Even if he had complete confidence of victory, Lin Xuan did not mind employing a bit of wisdom.
But how could Poison Dragon Old Ancestor know that, although this boy's strength was somewhat greater than ordinary cultivators of the same rank, how could he possibly threaten him?
"This old man is indeed weak now, but taking you down will still be