He had already gained such strength after barely more than a thousand years apart, and had advanced to the Spirit Division Stage. If he were given ample time, would even his true body not be left far behind?
No. He had to detain him here today. He absolutely could not allow this boy to keep growing.
Heaven Origin had already made his choice in his heart. Danger had to be strangled in the cradle.
Of course, with strength at his level, joy and anger showed even less on his face.
"Fellow Daoist Heaven Origin, long time no see."
The first to speak was Lin Xuan. With matters having reached this point, someone had to break the silence.
"Hmph, boy Lin, you've got some nerve. I didn't expect you would actually dare run to the Saint World." The Confucian-Robed Middle-Aged Man said with a smile.
Yet the instant his words fell, the aura he had kept restrained all along suddenly burst forth, without the slightest warning beforehand.
Crackle, pop...
Originally, spiritual pressure was something formless and intangible. Yet at this moment, it transformed into a wave of light with substance yet no form, carrying the might of a thunderbolt of ten thousand jun, and came killing toward Lin Xuan.
To describe it as swift as a thunderclap that left no time to cover one's ears would not be excessive. There had not been the slightest warning beforehand.
Lin Xuan's brows creased, and his movements were also extremely fast.
At this moment, there was no time to summon a treasure, so he raised his right hand and threw a light, airy punch forward.
That was right. The punch was light and airy, as if there were no point on which to apply force at all. Yet Heaven Origin Saint Ancestor's pupils shrank