Poison Dragon Old Ancestor's heart went cold. All manner of schemes flashed through his mind, but before he could make any choice, he suddenly felt a point of warmth appear between his brows.
The old monster's expression changed abruptly.
Every trace of emotion vanished from his face, replaced by terror.
Soul Prohibition Technique!
One soul and one spirit of his were still in Lin Xuan's hands. If Lin Xuan wanted him unable to live and unable to die, it would take nothing more than a flick of divine sense.
"Master, calm your anger. This old slave will act at once."
Poison Dragon Old Ancestor spoke in utter horror. Fortunately, the moment his voice fell, that point of warmth between his brows disappeared.
Yet Poison Dragon knew full well that this was Lin Xuan warning him. If he kept going through the motions, his end would be the scattering of his soul and spirit. How would the old monster dare be so foolish now?
A flash of ferocity crossed his face. He raised his small hand and slammed it hard against the back of his head. A "pop" entered the ear, and an object flew out from his mouth.
After circling and dancing in the air for a moment, it proved to be a treasure shaped like a Banana Leaf Fan.
It swelled in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it was over ten feet long.
At this moment, Poison Dragon Old Ancestor did not even have a body. His Nascent Soul was no more than an inch tall, and compared with the bulk of this Banana Leaf Fan Dharma Treasure, he looked laughable in the extreme.
But in the world of immortal cultivation, strength was not directly proportional to height. He raised his right hand and pointed