However, that being said, the Heaven Origin Saint Ancestor no longer dared show the slightest contempt.
His hands came together, and when they parted again, a strangely shaped treasure had appeared in his palm.
At a glance, it looked a little like a round disc, yet sharp blades and knife points extended from its surface.
"Let me show you my Heaven Crystal Disc!"
The Heaven Origin Saint Ancestor let out a loud shout. If it had been the true Four Symbols Sword, he would have had trouble dealing with it, but a mere imitation was nothing.
A cold, fierce light flashed through his eyes, and with his right hand, he had already offered up that Dharma Treasure.
A flash of blue light appeared, and countless runes drifted from the surface of the Heaven Crystal Disc.
Then they gathered toward the center, and heart-palpitating sharp blades appeared in sight.
They slashed toward the Void Shadows of the Four Spirits.
Boom!
An earth-shaking explosion rang in their ears. For a time, astral winds shot everywhere, yet as for who won and who lost, Lin Xuan did not actually care in the slightest.
He had offered up the Spirit-Devouring Sword only to pull the wool over the other's eyes.
Never mind that he had no confidence in defeating the Heaven Origin Saint Ancestor—even if they could fight to a standstill, Lin Xuan had no interest in clashing with him to the death here.
Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, fleeing was best. His goal of drawing the other party's attention had already been achieved.
Lin Xuan raised both hands, tracing one path after another through the void, and from his mouth came a mysterious, ancient incantation.
Those syllables were strange to the extreme, completely different from the pronunciation of the languages of every race today,