"In terms of divine sense, fellow Daoist, you are indeed at the Spirit Division stage. However, that is only your divine sense. As for the rest—your magical power, your spiritual pressure—no matter how one looks at it, they still seem to be only at the Dongxuan Realm level..."
As Fu Yaozhou spoke, he kept his eyes fixed on Lin Xuan's face, unwilling to miss even the slightest change. How could an old monster of this level be so easily deceived? Though his divine sense had not detected anything amiss, the doubts in his heart still remained.
"Oh?"
Lin Xuan laughed. "In other words, Your Excellency still suspects me. Very well, then. Let Lin experience fellow Daoist Fu's divine abilities."
Before his voice had even fallen, demonic Qi surged from Lin Xuan's entire body. His ten fingers danced, forming a strange incantation gesture, and between his fingers and palms, a flame the size of a chicken egg abruptly emerged.
Four-Colored Glaze, radiating a mysterious aura.
Lin Xuan was doing this as a tactic of advancing by retreating, so the moment he made his move, he used his trump card—the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire!
The Fu Family Ancestor was indeed stunned.
Though he did not know what secret art this was, the eyesight of a Spirit Division existence was absolutely no small matter. How could he fail to see the formidable aspects of the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire?
There was no need to test anything at all. By instinct alone, he knew the flame before him was definitely something capable of threatening him.
His doubts were instantly dispelled by a great deal. How could a Dongxuan Realm-level Ancient Demon possibly drive such terrifying demonic fire?
"Heh heh, fellow Daoist need not be angry. Fu was merely saying it casually."
"Saying it?" Lin