"Seal, release!"
With a loud shout, Lin Xuan pointed a finger at his own forehead. Then the foot-sized rune flashed and completely sank into his body.
His brows were tightly furrowed, his face full of pain.
Strange sounds came from his mouth, and his entire aura surged wildly.
It increased by more than double.
Originally, Lin Xuan had been a mid-Dongxuan cultivator, but at this moment, his magic power was already closing in completely on late Dongxuan. No... not closing in. In just an instant, he completed the breakthrough.
A late-Dongxuan cultivator!
Yanshan Ancestor's figure also came to an abrupt stop, his face showing nothing but shock. As an old monster who had lived for tens of thousands of years, what bizarre and strange things had he not seen? Yet the scene before his eyes left him stunned.
Was this a joke? Could someone break through realms during a magical duel?
Or... had he been a late-Dongxuan cultivator to begin with?
This Little Fellow actually dared hide his strength even when facing him?
Yanshan Ancestor was both shocked and furious, feeling the humiliation of being looked down upon.
By sheer accident, he had guessed right.
Lin Xuan had indeed been hiding his strength. It was just that he had done so not because he underestimated the enemy. What a joke—the other party was at the Spirit Division stage.
No matter how arrogant and domineering Lin Xuan was, he would never dare look lightly upon such an existence.
He had done this because he had no choice. Lin Xuan had broken through to late Dongxuan with his Demon Core.
Moreover, that breakthrough had come through a fortuitous coincidence, with the Demon Core as the main focus, and Lin Xuan was not adapted to it at all.
Although his magic power had