He gave a flick of his sleeve, and spiritual light flashed. Countless willow-leaf-shaped Dharma Treasures shot out, thin as cicada wings, their number astonishing to the extreme—several thousand in all.
They were none other than the treasures once belonging to Lie Kong True Person. Only, after being refined by Lin Xuan, their form had become greatly different, and their color had changed from pitch-black to translucent.
The Iron Feather Locust Blade was a Dharma Treasure with a group-attack attribute to begin with.
Then Lin Xuan's hands shifted ceaselessly, and several hand seals in succession surfaced in the empty air.
"Swift!"
Lin Xuan pointed a finger forward.
The flying daggers, thin as cicada wings, flared with spiritual radiance. Then each one split into seven, separating from within into identical blade qi.
In only a moment, tens of thousands of flying daggers hung suspended around Lin Xuan, looking like a mountain of blades, shocking to behold.
As a peak cultivator of the Human World, what had Liu Ying not seen? Yet at this moment, she could not help paling in horror. Their number was one thing, but every single flying dagger—even the blade qi—contained spiritual power that was terrifying to the extreme, far beyond what ordinary Dharma Treasures could compare with.
Among the Ancient Demons, there were naturally those who knew quality when they saw it. Moreover, after Lin Xuan arrived, the spiritual pressure he emitted alone had made them tremble all over. Even their great leader was far inferior. Quite a few high-ranking Ancient Demons had already begun planning to slip away.
But it was too late now!
Lin Xuan extended his right hand and pointed forward, at the same time spitting out one word as weighty as a mountain: "Sever."
Immediately, the sound of tearing through air entered their ears.