And he could seize that opportunity, strike ruthlessly, and dispatch this brat as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.
That way, it would not delay his recovery, either.
Taowu's wishful abacus had clicked quite nicely, and the whole plan had almost succeeded. Unfortunately, he had miscalculated the toughness of Lin Xuan's Life-Bound Dharma Treasure.
Off by a hair's breadth, astray by a thousand miles—in the end, it was still an empty joy.
Though Lin Xuan had fallen into the other party's scheme, his experience in magical combat was, after all, incomparably rich. With a brief turn of thought, he had already understood the whole course of events. His face remained calm and unreadable, but in his heart, he was secretly rejoicing.
It was not that the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword bore no damage at all, but its loss of spirituality was indeed slight. This bit of loss would recover after a little over a month of nurturing in his dantian, and truly did not amount to much.
Moreover, continuing to use this treasure against the enemy before him would not affect it in the slightest.
Still, having taken one fall, one gained one measure of wisdom. In the battles to come, he could not be careless again. The one before him was Taowu; he had to rouse twelve parts of his spirit.
Before the thoughts in his mind had even finished turning, Taowu moved first.
He did not tear with sharp fangs and claws, nor did he sacrifice some extraordinary treasure. He merely raised his head and opened his bloody maw.
"Awooo!"
A soul-shaking roar entered his ears. Its volume was impossible to describe in words; the entire earth seemed to be trembling.
No—it was as if the entire space within several li was shaking without end.
A sound wave