Lin Xuan's expression was gloomy to the extreme, but his movements were not slow in the slightest. His left hand flipped over, and a palm-sized talisman appeared in his hand. Then Lin Xuan swiftly slapped it onto the wound.
Blue light blazed dazzlingly, but very soon, the spiritual light rapidly dimmed. The blood stopped pouring out, and even the wound began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Lin Xuan let out a breath of relief, but inwardly he was chilled to the extreme. He cultivated the secret art of the Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Art, and on top of that had the body-tempering effect of the Qilin Fruit. Though he did not dare claim he was impervious to blades and spears, the toughness of his fleshly body was already no weaker than a Demon Race member of the same rank. Even if he took a Dongxuan Realm cultivator's Dharma Treasure head-on, he had some confidence.
And Old Devil Gu's strike just now, after being worn down by the Mystic Cyan Mother-Child Shield, had only a tiny bit of energy left by the time it reached his side. Calling it an arrow at the end of its flight would not be wrong. Yet even so, it had still cut him.
Were Spirit Division stage cultivators truly this terrifying?
This was when his strength had been greatly reduced. If he were in peak condition, would he not have no chance at all?
As these thoughts ran through his mind, the sound of something tearing through the air rang out loudly. The Bone Spear had already stabbed viciously toward him.
This time, Lin Xuan did not dare dodge. Fortunately, he had long since prepared.
With a flick of his sleeve, the Iron Feather Locust Blades shot out explosively, intercepting