As the saying went, beneath a great reputation there were no hollow men. This Old Monster Tianjue was indeed far beyond what an ordinary Spirit Division Stage cultivator could compare to. Alarm and doubt rose in Lin Xuan's heart, but on the surface, his expression remained faint and indifferent. Even if one lost the man, one could not lose the formation—that was exactly the principle.
No matter how shocked he was, he absolutely could not let the other party see through his true state. Not only that, Lin Xuan would very soon return the favor.
With a flick of his sleeve, he made no extra movement, yet Old Monster Tianjue ahead of him sensed something wrong. His shoulder only swayed slightly, and his figure blurred, abruptly vanishing from where he stood.
What a profound spell. It was not Teleportation, yet it surpassed Teleportation.
Spatial Displacement Technique!
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly, but even so, Old Monster Tianjue still failed to completely dodge Lin Xuan's attack. He only felt heat at his shoulder as a black, vicious ray almost brushed past his body.
It failed to hit him, but it still caused a slight graze to some extent.
As Lin Xuan's realm rose, the power of this Ink Spirit Drill was also becoming more and more profound.
"Little Fellow!"
Old Monster Tianjue flew into a towering rage. How many years had it been since he had been injured?
Although he had been momentarily careless just now, it still filled his heart with extreme fury. A mere ant actually dared to harm his body.
That was right—an ant!
In Old Monster Tianjue's heart, he had never regarded Lin Xuan, this same-rank cultivator, as an opponent at all.
Originally, the other party should have been prostrate beneath his feet, yet now he actually