In an instant, clear ringing burst forth. From the surface of the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword, streaks of sword light diffused outward, and then an incredible scene unfolded. Those beams of sword light stretched and swelled, actually transforming into Flood Dragons one after another.
Each one was seven or eight zhang long, wrapped in crimson scales, clearly sharing the same attribute as the Immortal Sword. These Flood Dragons all belonged to fire among the Five Elements as well.
In terms of spectacle, it bore quite a few similarities to Lin Xuan's former trump-card secret art, Hundred Dragon Fangs.
Lin Xuan's hands were still dancing, and with his movements, even more magic power was poured into it.
Those Fire Dragons raised their heads, coiling and wheeling around him, their soul-stirring dragon roars pouring ceaselessly into the ear.
Yet this was not over. As Lin Xuan's hands shifted endlessly, those Flood Dragons actually split from one into seven, and the pressure each one emitted did not weaken in the slightest, instantly blotting out half the sky.
The old monsters at the side could not help but turn pale with shock as well. They had not expected that, even in such a desperate situation, Lin Xuan would still be holding back a secret technique of such tremendous power.
But they still did not think well of him.
His opponent was too strong. What use was struggling?
Was that truly the case? So long as victory and defeat had yet to be decided, no one knew for sure.
A cold smile appeared on Lin Xuan's face. "So what if it's a sword array? First try Lin's Hundred Dragon Fangs."
One had to know that although Lin Xuan had changed to a new lifebound treasure, the Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring had not been wasted