Yet true as that was, even ants still clung to life, let alone an immortal cultivator.
Although he knew full well the situation had become dire to the extreme, how could he be willing to let himself be bound without resistance?
"So Senior was hiding your strength just now. This is all a misunderstanding..."
"A misunderstanding?"
Lin Xuan laughed. What use was such a pale, feeble explanation? He was not a three-year-old child who could be fooled so casually. "Fellow Daoist, there is no need to cling to luck. Go obediently to the Underworld. On the road to Yellow Springs, your junior sister will be very happy to see you."
Lin Xuan's cold voice entered his ears, and before the words had even fallen, his left hand was already raised. Following his motion, a wild gale suddenly howled, and more than ten streaks of silver sword light surged out from his sleeve.
As soon as those sword lights left his sleeve, they flashed against the wind and actually transformed into more than a hundred, sweeping toward the other man in a heaven-covering, earth-blanketing storm...
Elder Fan's face changed drastically. The moment Lin Xuan opened his mouth, he had sensed something was wrong, so his reaction was also exceedingly swift.
His figure spun in place, and immediately, billows of gray demonic qi erupted from the surface of his body. Amid a great chorus of ghosts weeping and wolves howling, that demonic qi, in the blink of an eye, turned into python after python as thick as water buckets, pouncing viciously toward the sword light.
And the old man's moves did not stop there. He did not dare hope that such techniques alone could block the attack of a mighty being of the Spirit Division Stage. At the same time as he