Sword Qi assaulted his body, yet Ice Old Demon's face showed not the slightest trace of fear. Calm and unhurried, he lifted one hand.
Blue light flared, and a layer of deep-blue radiance spread from his arm, instantly appearing several zhang in front of him. Immediately after, the silver Sword Qi cleaved and stabbed down before him, and the sounds of explosion echoed by his ears.
The light screen swayed and flickered, but for the moment, the Sword Qi was clearly helpless against it.
"Boy, I see you're tired of living."
Ice Old Demon was furious. With a wave of one hand, a cobalt-blue arc of lightning shot from his palm. A piercing crackle rang out, and in the next instant, it struck the giant sword.
Its power was truly no small matter. That nearly tangible Sword Qi instantly melted away like ice and crumbled apart, turning into nothingness.
This old monster's strength was indeed extraordinary, but after this exchange, they had merely fought to a draw; he had not gained the slightest advantage over Lin Xuan at all.
In front of so many Demon Race cultivators, he immediately found it somewhat hard to keep face.
"Good, good. I didn't expect you, boy, to be no ordinary Spirit Division Stage immortal cultivator. But with this bit of strength, you still dare challenge this old man? You truly overestimate yourself." Not a trace of a smile remained on Ice Old Demon's face, and a faintly sinister ruthlessness showed through.
"Overestimate myself? Not necessarily. Old fellow, do you dare make a bet with me?" Lin Xuan's voice was likewise filled with ill will. Matters had reached this point; either you died or I lived. In the world of immortal cultivation, right and wrong, good and evil, when all was said and done,