Though he had already guessed as much, when Lin Xuan clearly saw the scene that appeared before his eyes, he still could not help sucking in a breath of cold air, his expression turning incomparably ugly.
Lin Xuan knew exactly how powerful his own divine abilities were. Nine Palaces Moment and the Spirit-Devouring Sword striking together possessed power that could be called unparalleled. Yet at this moment, that Ancient Demon was floating before him completely unscathed.
That was right—completely unscathed, as if his heaven-shaking strike just now had been no more than a breeze brushing his face.
Ever since Lin Xuan had stepped onto the path of cultivating immortality, he had experienced countless magical battles and encountered situations more dangerous than he could count. Yet at this moment, a chill rose in his heart.
He could not match the opponent by force!
Having already released the restrictions within his body, the other party's strength had clearly leaped another level from its previous foundation. He was absolutely not someone the current Lin Xuan could compare with.
Of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing was best!
Lin Xuan had already made his decision in his heart. Since he could not beat him, then slipping away at once was obviously the correct choice.
As for where he should flee, Lin Xuan did not know right now either. At worst, he would take it one step at a time. Tian Xiaojian should still be in the inner valley. Wanting Lin Xuan to face the powerful enemy alone while he hid behind and picked up the gains—his idea was rather nice, but how could Lin Xuan let him have his way?
He would flee first, then drag that brat into the water in a while.
Lin Xuan had already made up his mind.
With a flick of