Good fortune leaned on disaster, and disaster hid within good fortune. At this moment, the emotions of the Spirit Ghost Sect's elders seemed to rise all at once from hell to heaven.
In the battle at the Tianyan Mountain mine, Lin Xuan had displayed his divine might, using unbelievable abilities to smash every one of their schemes and arrangements.
The three sects had lost soldiers and generals, and more than half of their Spirit Division Stage elders had fallen. Naturally, their fear of Lin Xuan had reached the extreme; to say they lost their nerve at the mere rumor of him was not the slightest exaggeration.
Even though Elder Zhong had long enjoyed great prestige within the sect, they still did not have much confidence against Lin Xuan. To put it bluntly, if they had even a fifty percent chance of victory, they would already be burning high incense in thanks.
It would not be too much to say they had done all man could do and could only leave the rest to Heaven.
But now it was different. Elder Zhong had advanced to the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, and that brat Lin was no longer worth fearing. Not only that, the flourishing of their sect was now just around the corner!
How could the elders not be overwhelmed with surprise and joy?
Each of their expressions was respectful to the extreme, and it came from the bottom of their hearts.
Yet before their words had even faded, an exceptionally calm voice entered their ears. "Fellow disciples, there is no need for this. This Zhong has not advanced to the Tribulation Transcendence Stage."
The words shocked everyone present!
It was no exaggeration to say a basin of cold water had been poured straight over their heads.
All the Spirit Division Stage