"Withdraw the Flying Swords?" A somewhat amused look appeared on Lin Xuan's face.
"Yes, yes." Heaven Ghost Master's attitude had completely changed, and he spoke with a fawning smile. "Fellow Daoist's divine might is overwhelming. This little old man has already learned his lesson and would never dare stroke a tiger's whiskers again. You wish to discuss matters with me, yet these treasures are hovering all around. This little old man's heart is trembling; my mind is ill at ease. How could I possibly make an important decision like this?"
"Smooth-tongued. If Lin were to withdraw the Flying Swords, it would make it all the more convenient for you to attack me..." Lin Xuan said with disdain on his face.
"I would not dare, I would not dare. This little old man has already experienced Fellow Daoist's abilities. Do I look like the sort of fool who would take an egg and smash it against a stone?"
A pensive look appeared on Lin Xuan's face.
Only after a dozen breaths did he let out a sigh. "Fine. I'll believe you."
Lin Xuan was not lowering his guard; rather, he was confident that he had already seen the other party's strength. Even if Heaven Ghost Master did not know what was good for him and came to stroke a tiger's whiskers again, taking him down would definitely pose no problem at all.
It was still the same saying: no matter how glorious the other party had been in the past, he was now merely a remnant soul. Whether he lived or died, Lin Xuan could grasp and knead him as he pleased.
As this thought turned through his mind, Lin Xuan flicked his sleeve. A halo flashed, and swishing sounds rang endlessly in the ears. The ninety-nine, eighty-one Immortal Swords really