Lin Xuan's expression instantly turned exceedingly ugly. He whipped around, only to see Su Yunfeng hovering quietly in an open space a little over ten zhang away from him.
A sinister smile hung on his face. "Foolish thing. You actually thought you could escape from before this Venerable? Far too naive. I will draw out your soul and refine your spirit, and... the taste of your Nascent Soul seems rather good as well."
"You want to use my Nascent Soul to go with your wine? Aren't you afraid a strong wind will flash your tongue?"
Lin Xuan's face was incomparably gloomy, but he had not grown up being frightened. The demon before him was certainly terrifying, yet that did not mean he had no chance at all.
He sighed softly. "We originally had no grudge or enmity, and I had no wish to determine life and death with you. But since you insist on forcing me onto a dead-end road, was it your doing that the entrance to this space suddenly closed?"
"Correct."
There was not the slightest fear on Su Yunfeng's face as he admitted it quite frankly. "You brat, your concealment and escape-light speed are both extremely good. If I were even a little careless, you might truly have gotten away. If you want to leave this space, there is no difficulty to it. You need only defeat me, and the entrance will naturally appear again. Otherwise..."
Before his words had fallen, Lin Xuan had already made his move.
He flicked his sleeve, and in an instant, clear ringing sounds rose loudly. Dozens of pale silver Flying Swords swam out from his sleeve like fish, transforming into beams of sword light over a foot long that circled and danced before him.
Originally, Lin Xuan had wanted to seize