Before the word "lose" had even fully left his mouth, his eyes suddenly bulged wide. He felt only a heat in his chest, and a black, vicious gleam had already pierced clean through his entire body.
"You..."
The Nascent Soul lowered his head in disbelief, as if he still could not believe the scene that had just occurred.
He, the mighty Heavenly Sword Peak Master, a figure who had roamed the cultivation world for tens of thousands of years, had actually fallen just like this, without rhyme or reason.
For a time, regret, terror, resentment, and every manner of thought flashed through his mind, but so what? None of it could change the outcome of his soul scattering to the winds.
His consciousness gradually blurred. A gust of wind blew past, and the Nascent Soul, swiftly sealed in ice, disintegrated and collapsed.
Hiss...
The surrounding cultivators sucked in a breath of cold air.
Of course they did not believe Lin Xuan had simply been unable to stop in time. This was nothing but a brazen silencing.
For Lin Xuan to do this could be said to mean he had not put the sect rules in his eyes at all.
Madmen. Both of these fellows were madmen!
Heavenly Pivot Sword Venerable had fallen because of his obsession, and this Lin Xuan had not considered the consequences of doing such a thing in the slightest either. It seemed the deterrence of the two Supreme Elders was nothing more than drifting clouds to him.
Of course Lin Xuan would not think that much.
After this scene, he and Heavenly Pivot Sword Venerable had already formed an irreconcilable blood feud.
Moreover, the old fellow's strength really was not bad. Although in a direct confrontation he was no match for him, what if he resorted