If he did not strike, then so be it—but the moment he did, it was a consummate skill that seized the initiative with thunderous force.
Old Monster Wu spoke as if he cared nothing at all, yet deep in his heart, he was still quite wary of Lin Xuan. That was why he struck first to gain the upper hand, intending to finish everything in a single stroke.
A brilliant ray of light shot out from the axe blade, shaped like a crescent several zhang long. Wherever it passed, space collapsed and twisted, proof enough of the power behind this attack.
"Martial Uncle, be careful!"
The cultivators of Cloud Hidden Sect turned pale with shock, and Lin Yujiao, who was right beside him, changed expression even more.
Yet in the face of such a savage attack, Lin Xuan's expression remained utterly calm. There was even a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. He did not even summon a treasure, merely raised his right hand and punched toward his opponent.
That action stunned everyone.
"Overconfident" was not enough to describe it.
It was practically no different from courting death. He was going to take on that giant axe with his bare hands?
After his initial astonishment, Old Monster Wu's face filled with wild joy. Even if the other party truly was as unfathomable as the rumors said, this time, he was dead for sure.
Roar!
With a loud shout, he poured all the magic power in his body into the giant axe without holding anything back.
Following his movement, the diameter of the crescent-shaped light blade clearly grew a bit larger than before. A shrill sound of tearing through the air entered their ears, and countless spatial cracks as fine as strands of hair had already appeared nearby.
Just