Lin Xuan's reaction was even faster than he had imagined.
This Water Cloud Awl was a treasure he had obtained only after endless twists and turns. Even against cultivators of the same rank, it was extremely sharp. Although his condition at this moment was poor, by rights, killing a Dongxuan Realm cultivator in an instant should not have been a problem. Who would have thought the other party would block it so easily?
The old devil was a little stunned, and Lin Xuan naturally was not the sort of person who only took a beating without striking back.
He flicked his sleeve, and green light blazed dazzlingly. Dozens of sword-lights swam out like fish, then trembled in the wind and rapidly swelled, each one soon more than ten feet long.
Then they merged toward the center, and a giant sword over a hundred feet in diameter appeared. Though this treasure was formed from the convergence of magic power and the vital energy of heaven and earth, it looked as if it had real substance.
Faint runes even seemed to surge across the surface of the giant sword.
Lin Xuan shouted, "Fall!"
At once, a ripping sound rang out, and the sword hacked and stabbed down viciously at him head-on.
Old Devil Gu froze, but then, instead of anger, joy rose in him.
Although Lin Xuan's strength was even greater than he had imagined, so what? Could he really challenge a Spirit Division-stage cultivator like him?
What he feared was Lin Xuan turning and fleeing. As long as he did not run, at worst it would take a little more effort and time, and in the end he would still be able to subdue him.
"Little Fellow, you're too arrogant."
Old Devil Gu's cold snort reached his ears. Then he raised