On the other side, Ice Old Demon stood facing him in a standoff, the two of them a little over a hundred zhang apart.
His entire body was wrapped in thick Demon Qi, and the expression on his face was gloom to the extreme, faintly carrying a somewhat mocking smile. "What is it, Little Fellow? You chose this place as the spot where your bones will be buried? The scenery here is still passable, but it makes no difference. In any case, this old man will draw out your soul and refine your spirit, so what does it matter where you die?"
"Is that so?"
Lin Xuan's disdainful laugh entered his ears, his face full of indifference.
"Judging by your look, you don't believe this old man? You think I'm boasting to the seas?" Ice Old Demon did not get angry. What was there to be angry about with a dead man?
"No. I just feel that Fellow Daoist is far too conceited, and that you have misunderstood." Lin Xuan said with a smile.
"Misunderstood?" Ice Old Demon was taken aback, truly not understanding what Lin Xuan was referring to.
"This is clearly the burial place I chose for Fellow Daoist. How could Your Excellency think it was mine?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the expression on Ice Old Demon's face changed. He had always been conceited, and Lin Xuan's repeated mockery drove him nearly mad with rage. "What a glib-tongued Little Fellow. What use is gaining advantage with your tongue? I will make you unable to live and unable to die."
Before his words had even faded, Lin Xuan made the first move!
With a sweep of his sleeve, a Sharp Cone-shaped Dharma Treasure flew out. This treasure was fiery red, its surface wrapped in circle