Such a clean, decisive finish sent a flicker of surprise across Lin Xuan's face. He could not help raising a hand to his forehead and sinking into thought.
Was the Ancient Beast too weak, or was his own strength actually a little more formidable than he had originally estimated, to have cut down the savage Ancient Beast before him in a single exchange?
It should be the latter!
After all, this creature lived in the Magma Lake, yet it itself possessed an ice attribute. Such a strange being, no matter how one looked at it, could never possibly be too weak.
Thinking of this, Lin Xuan let out a breath. It seemed that all along, he had somewhat underestimated his own strength.
The reason he had this misconception was because in the battle against the Tianlan Twin Devils, though he had won, the process had been quite winding and difficult; it could be said he had gone through real hardship.
So Lin Xuan inevitably had a weaker assessment of his own strength.
However, the result of that battle was in fact fundamentally unreliable as a basis.
For one, Lin Xuan had only just advanced. Before he even had time to stabilize his realm, he had hurriedly entered battle.
Under those circumstances, the strength he could bring out would naturally be greatly reduced. After all, on the surface, Lin Xuan had advanced to the Spirit Division Stage, but he was utterly unfamiliar with this new realm, and when using his magic power and mobilizing the vital energy of heaven and earth, he would be greatly hampered.
To speak fairly, in that battle, Lin Xuan had only brought out sixty to seventy percent of his strength.
That was the first point.
Second, Lin Xuan had been outnumbered, and when the fight reached