Yet just then, a soft shout reached his ears:
"Strike!"
Before the words had faded, from the corner of his eye, he saw something glittering and bright flicker lightly, and countless dazzling rays suddenly lit up in the void.
Like lightning tearing across the heavens, in the next instant blood rained down from the sky, and the Silver-Haired Elder had already been hacked into eight pieces.
To possess such strength, to turn the raging tide in a single instant—needless to say, there was only Lin Xuan.
That was right. He had made his move.
Originally, Lin Xuan had already intended to swallow up the Spirit Ghost Sect. Now that the Robe-Clad Cultivator had taken the initiative to propose it, Lin Xuan was naturally delighted. There was no reason to let such a good opportunity slip by.
Although in his heart, he also despised this fellow's character, no matter what, the choice the Robe-Clad Cultivator had made was greatly beneficial to him. Under such circumstances, Lin Xuan naturally could not possibly watch him fall, so he acted and saved him.
Those who did great things could not act according to their own likes and dislikes when faced with matters, but had to seize, as much as possible, the choices most favorable to themselves.
Lin Xuan understood this principle perfectly well, so when he struck, there was not the slightest hesitation or ambiguity.
The Silver-Haired Elder died with his eyes open in grievance. As for him, Lin Xuan naturally had no intention of showing mercy. Not only was his physical body chopped into utter disarray, even his Nascent Soul had no chance to escape.
"Many thanks for your life-saving grace, Senior."
Having escaped from death, the Robe-Clad Cultivator was drenched in cold sweat. Thinking back on the danger just now, lingering fear