Thinking this, Lin Xuan stretched out his right hand. Spiritual light flickered, and a short sword about a foot long appeared. Its shape was completely different from the original Demonic Fate Sword; the Spirit-Devouring Sword was simply an entirely different treasure.
Ancient and unadorned, yet by no means plain, it exuded a magnificent, overbearing aura in a surging rush.
"This..."
A hint of wariness showed on Flame Wolf Venerable's face. With his bellicose, arrogant nature, his experience in magical battles was naturally extremely rich. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had already seen that the Spirit-Devouring Sword in Lin Xuan's hand was no ordinary thing.
Lin Xuan had truly been provoked by him.
First he had slighted Peacock, and then he had made Lin Xuan suffer no small hardship. How could Lin Xuan be the sort to swallow his anger in silence? When the Tiger did not bare its fangs, did you really take him for a sick cat?
So what if this old fellow was somewhat troublesome? With his Dharma Treasures all brought out, Lin Xuan truly did not believe he could not destroy him.
Of course, the Five Dragon Seal could not be used. Leaving aside the fact that in his last battle against Devil Ancestor Bingpo, the Silver Light Spot in his body had been completely exhausted and had not yet recovered, without the Silver Light Spot, the Five Dragon Seal was just a decoration; he simply could not command it.
Moreover, even if he could use it, he would not dare. This thing's origin was far too mysterious. Even Devil Ancestor Bingpo had looked as if she were drooling rivers over it; clearly, in the Spirit World, it was also a treasure at the very pinnacle. Devil Ancestor Bingpo alone had already given him enough