"A sneak attack? Fellow Daoist, you think far too highly of yourself."
A voice as calm as still water entered his ears. Then, off to the left where there had clearly been no one, a halo of light flickered, and a youth appeared like a wandering soul.
There had not been the slightest warning. The old man could not help shivering violently, and a bad premonition surfaced in his heart. He hurriedly released his divine sense and swept it over Lin Xuan.
At this moment, Lin Xuan naturally had no need to hide anything anymore. His incomparably powerful magic power flowed through his body without restraint, and the old man felt chills rising from the bottom of his heart.
"You... Senior is a Dongxuan Realm cultivator." The old man felt as if he were dreaming.
But in the next instant, he came back to his senses. This old monster had blocked him here, and there was absolutely no good intent behind it. He quickly took a deep breath, and his mouth had already opened, wanting to let out a sky-piercing whistle to draw over the other cultivators.
But it was too late. With Lin Xuan's wealth of experience, how could he possibly make such a low-level mistake? He merely brushed his left hand, and spatial fluctuations suddenly rose. A cyan great hand formed jointly from the energy of heaven and earth and magic power emerged, seizing the old man's throat in one grip. Before the other party's cry could leave his mouth, it came to an abrupt stop.
His face was filled with terror, but naturally, he would not sit and wait for death. Yet Lin Xuan moved even faster. With a slight flick of his bent finger, several incantation seals shot into the old man's major meridians, and the