The three of them naturally had even less chance of being spared, and beneath the sword light, they turned to dust.
The entire process happened as swiftly as a rabbit bolting and a falcon stooping; it was over almost in the blink of an eye.
The watching Ancient Demons looked at one another, none of them having expected the final outcome to be like this.
The two sides had been fighting with spells, yet in the end, an unrelated fellow had appeared and effortlessly wiped out one side.
No matter how one analyzed this result, it was far too ridiculous and theatrical.
Yet shock was shock. The Ancient Demons gathered nearby had already seen that Lin Xuan was not someone to provoke, and definitely not some Nascent Soul Realm cultivator. Most likely, he was a senior at the Lihe or even Dongxuan level.
Staying here held far too many uncertain factors, and the demons immediately scattered in a swarm.
The area had originally been quite lively, but in the blink of an eye, only three lonely figures remained.
The brother and sister exchanged a glance, then flew over together to Lin Xuan.
"Many thanks to Elder for saving our lives. We disciples are deeply grateful."
The two knelt down and paid Lin Xuan a great bow in midair, the expressions on their faces extremely complicated, filled with admiration and gratitude.
"Oh, you two know me?"
Lin Xuan glanced at the two of them, the expression on his face slightly surprised.
"Several decades ago, our sect suffered a great calamity, and it was Elder Lin Xuan who turned the raging tide. At that time, although we two disciples were standing far away, we still saw and heard of Elder's heroic bearing. How could we possibly fail to recognize Elder's face?" the