After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Lin Xuan raised his head, then pointed forward. The originally deep-blue ice instantly began to blaze, transforming into a mass of four-colored, glassy flame.
An incomparably shrill scream burst from the Nascent Soul's mouth. It twisted and darted through the air like mad, but it was useless. If he had been at his peak, he might have been able to extinguish the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire, but right now, he could forget even dreaming of it.
In only a few breaths, the Nascent Soul's screams came to an abrupt stop. Under the might of the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire, it turned into nothingness.
Lin Xuan let out a breath. In all fairness, the Nascent Soul of a Spirit Division cultivator should have been an extremely useful thing, but this scalding-hot yam was something Lin Xuan did not dare keep.
In that battle just now, it could be said that he had used every trick he had. His victory had contained no small amount of luck.
Just thinking about it still left Lin Xuan with lingering fear.
Keeping that old monster's Nascent Soul would indeed have been greatly useful, but perhaps it would also have left endless future trouble.
The Spirit Division stage was too terrifying. Even if he planted layer upon layer of restrictions, he still would not be able to feel at ease. To gain, one had to be willing to give up; Lin Xuan would not plant disaster for himself because of greed.
That was why he had struck to destroy it, ending everything once and for all.
Only now did Lin Xuan truly let out a breath. Then azure light rose in his hand, and he hacked and stabbed viciously downward.
A streak of azure Sword