"Junior Sister!"
Lingxu True Person and the Confucian-Robed Cultivator were both shocked and furious, but the fear on their faces was even greater. Though they had already learned from their sect founder's notes that the Heavenly Demon was no easy foe, they had never dreamed it would be savage to such a degree, killing one of their fellow disciples in the time it took a hare to rise and a falcon to fall.
It was not just the two of them. At this moment, Lin Xuan's heart was pounding as well. With his divine abilities and various treasures, defeating that Palace-Robed Cultivator would not have been difficult, but killing her so cleanly and decisively was something he would not even dare to imagine.
Hearing was not as good as seeing. Right now, Lin Xuan nearly had the urge to flee in panic.
But that thought only flashed through his mind before Lin Xuan shook his head and rejected it. The enemy was indeed terrifying, but the gains from this battle were also no small matter. With all the benefits of the Piaomiao Nine Immortal Pill, Lin Xuan absolutely had no intention of giving up.
Moreover, taking ten thousand steps back, even if he were willing to give up the treasure now, would the others let him leave?
Don't be naive. That was clearly impossible.
Either he became the victor and successfully obtained the treasure, or he fell here. Only these two paths lay before him. Aside from them, there was absolutely no third choice.
This was plain to see.
After recognizing the choices he could make now, Lin Xuan's originally somewhat flustered expression settled back into calm. Wealth and honor were sought amid danger. Lin Xuan had experienced countless storms of blood and foul winds, and he believed that this