He had seen arrogant bastards before, but never anyone arrogant to this degree. Did he really think he had advanced to the Spirit Division stage?
A fierce light shot from Luo Tianheng's eyes, yet the expression on his face turned into laughter born of extreme rage.
He wasted no more words. If he didn't heavily injure the other party, he would not believe his surname was Luo. His hands waved like butterflies weaving through flowers, and one incantation after another surged wildly from his sleeves and fingertips.
Though this man was narrow-minded and fiercely protective of his own, as the vice peak master of Heavenly Sword Peak, he naturally could not be someone with an undeserved reputation.
Following his movements, those sword lights merged toward the center, and the pattern of a Taiji Bagua manifested in midair.
"A sword formation!"
Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly. Although he had not had much contact with sword cultivators, and this was only the second one before him, among Immortal Cultivators of other schools, those who chose swords as their bonded treasures were also beyond counting.
Lin Xuan had heard and seen quite a bit about sword formations. Generally, they were executed jointly by several cultivators of the same sect. A single person could also use one, but normally only a mighty Immortal cultivator could forcefully arrange one by relying on profound cultivation.
In other words, the fact that Luo Tianheng could command a sword formation was itself a symbol of strength.
This old fellow was absolutely no fake. Among existences at the late Dongxuan Realm, he should also be considered relatively formidable.
But so what?
Although Lin Xuan was challenging someone above his level, he still had not sacrificed any treasure. It was not arrogance; he had confidence.
Even seeing the sword formation,