This minor interlude very quickly passed.
Heavenly Pivot Sword Venerable had suffered a small setback, while Lin Xuan had gained a slight upper hand, but this had not been any formal contest to begin with, so naturally it could not be taken as proof of anything.
Although Lin Xuan had even challenged Spirit Division cultivators before, he still did not dare truly claim he could look down on all heroes and disregard Dongxuan-level existences.
The trip to Tianwu Mountain had left a deep impression on him. What had originally been a simple journey had been filled with twists and turns; whether it was the Fat and Thin Twin Devils of the Heavenly Corpse Sect or Old Monster Fire Cloud's enlarged Heavenly Tribulation, both had impressed Lin Xuan deeply, and several times he had nearly fallen there.
The Nailong Realm had countless experts. Aside from himself, there might well be other heaven-defying existences capable of challenging those above their level.
Thus, from this angle, Lin Xuan did not dare underestimate the heroes beneath heaven.
But that was merely taking them seriously. It did not mean Lin Xuan would truly fear them.
So what if he was Heavenly Pivot Sword Venerable? If they truly faced off, Lin Xuan was confident his chances of winning were still greater.
He still had that much certainty.
So he sat high in his seat, calm and composed, his expression utterly indifferent, as if he had not taken the scene that had just occurred to heart at all.
Lin Xuan was so calm, but the nearby immortal cultivators had exploded into discussion, all kinds of voices entering his ears.
Some said Lin Xuan did not know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth, while others said Lin Xuan's self-restraint was remarkable, and that