Lin Xuan's brows lifted. His hands lightly clenched, and with his movement, silver sword threads surged around his body like tidal waves.
Layer upon layer, endless and unbroken, they guarded Lin Xuan above and below, left and right, so tightly that neither wind nor rain could seep through.
Those fiery-red Immortal Swords were like moths throwing themselves into a flame, stubbornly showing not the slightest effect. Yet the Sword Gourd the opponent had sacrificed was truly no small thing either; it was as if it possessed the undying body of the Demon Race, able to restore itself with ease no matter how many times it was cut apart.
Lin Xuan's expression also turned somewhat grave. Although the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword had not been fully refined, it already possessed the three secret arts of ice, fire, and thunder, making it truly extraordinary. In all these years, this was the first time he had encountered someone able to use a Life-Bound Dharma Treasure to contend with it head-on.
The Minor Tribulation Transcendence Stage, it seemed, was not mere empty boasting; there really was some profound wonder nurtured within it.
Lin Xuan grew wary. On the other side, how could that old monster Zhong not be both shocked and furious to the extreme?
Ten thousand years ago, he had practically been an invincible existence among those of the same rank. If he had not cared nothing for hollow fame, how would it ever have been the turn of that old fellow from Tianjue Sect to act so arrogant and domineering?
Leaving other divine abilities aside for the moment, this set of Life-Bound Treasures alone had been enough to sweep through a whole host of cultivators of the same rank.
The Sword Gourd, the Sword Gourd—it had been formed from a Xuan Tian