Boom!
An explosive roar rang out as terrifying spiritual energy surged forth, converging toward the center and forming a fearsome vortex roughly ten feet across. Seeming slow yet actually swift, it pressed down viciously toward his opponent.
"Force Cyclone!"
"Impossible! Could this fellow be a Demon Cultivator? Isn't he a disciple of Cloud Hidden Sect?"
Cries of alarm entered their ears, and the cultivators nearby all showed looks of uproar. How could this be possible?
The disheveled-haired cultivator's expression, meanwhile, turned gloomy to the extreme. Though he had also considered that Lin Xuan might make a move, he had never in his wildest dreams expected such a scene.
The change had come too suddenly; it was already too late to dodge. However, since this fellow was an elite cultivator of the Heavenly Corpse Sect, his reaction was still extremely swift. He opened his mouth, and a pitch-black bead tinged with blood sprayed out from within.
With a spinning turn, the bead hovered before him, and a layer of glossy black light spread from it, wrapping around the disheveled-haired cultivator's body. This old fellow's speed in setting up a defense was truly first-rate.
Yet Lin Xuan looked as if he had seen nothing. The Force Cyclone had already smashed into it savagely.
A tearing sound rang out, as though brocade cloth had been ripped apart. That light barrier looked extraordinary, yet it was destroyed in a single clash.
The Force Cyclone's momentum did not lessen, enveloping the disheveled-haired cultivator within. Miserable screams rang out, and the other party's physical body directly collapsed and disintegrated, without even his Nascent Soul having time to escape.
Astonishment!
The surrounding cultivators could almost not believe their own eyes.
One move!
The entire process had unfolded like a hare rising and a falcon stooping. The