Suddenly, Lin Xuan's brow furrowed. He raised his left hand, and two streams of Sword Qi instantly shot from his sleeve. They seemed slow, yet were actually swift, lancing toward an empty spot up ahead to his left.
Boom!
Spatial fluctuations surged up, followed immediately by a great burst of explosions. Streaks of astral wind and electric arcs flashed through the sky—it was two balls of thunderfire that had tried to ambush Lin Xuan, only to be shot down.
"Impossible. This brat is only at the mid-Dongxuan Realm. Even a late-stage cultivator, once trapped inside this Universe-Inverting Array, couldn't possibly discover the ambush of my Child-Mother Yin Thunder."
The Palace-dressed Woman cried out in shock, her face filled with disbelief. She had absolute confidence in the restriction unleashed by her treasure. "Unless his divine sense is comparable to an old monster at the Spirit Division stage, there's no way he could see through the mechanism hidden within."
"Spirit Division stage?" The cultivators beside her were all greatly alarmed. But as members of the same sect, they more or less knew a thing or two about the effects of this woman's treasure. Junior Sister Liu was indeed not speaking nonsense. Could this brat's divine sense truly stand shoulder to shoulder with that of a Spirit Division-level cultivator?
With that thought in their hearts, the way they looked at Lin Xuan was as if they were looking at a monster.
"Impossible. Even if he's stronger than cultivators of the same rank, he couldn't be this absurd. Most likely it was just a coincidence," someone said uncertainly.
Before the words had even faded, Lin Xuan, who was trapped within the array, moved.
He lifted his head, silver light shooting in all directions from his eyes. That radiance was dazzling to the extreme,