This old monster was a ruthless and decisive figure indeed. The instant he saw his whereabouts had been exposed, he attacked without the slightest hesitation, without a single word of nonsense.
The White Bone Sword carried endless Yin Qi, and in the blink of an eye, it had already cleaved right before him.
Lin Xuan had fallen into crisis, yet the expression on his face was calm to the extreme. He did not summon any treasure at all, but merely gave a slight tremble of his shoulder.
At once, spatial ripples spread out from where he had originally been standing, as if a pebble had been tossed into a tranquil little lake. Lin Xuan's afterimage was still in the distance, but the man himself had vanished without a trace.
Wuu...
As if a violent gale were scraping through a canyon, a sound that set one's teeth on edge entered the ears. The White Bone Sword had already slashed through the place where Lin Xuan had just been standing, but what it had cut cleanly in two was nothing more than an afterimage. As for his true body, it had long since fled to parts unknown.
Teleportation!
The scholar-dressed cultivator narrowed his eyes slightly. Yet in the next instant, spatial fluctuations suddenly rose, and Lin Xuan had already appeared at his side.
Boom!
An explosive sound entered the ears. Demon Qi surged wildly all over Lin Xuan's body. With a flash of spiritual light, the shape of his left hand had already changed, and something like the sharp talons of a demon bird appeared before them.
Then he gave it a slight swing, and the sound of tearing through the air grew even more ear-piercing. Countless green claw rays surfaced and shot toward his opponent.
At such a close distance, the