In almost the slightest turn, he had already arrived at Lin Xuan's side. A savage smile flashed across his face as he raised his right hand, and the surface of his fist was actually shrouded in ink-black qi.
It churned without cease, with faintly profound and mysterious Demon Markings spinning and spewing within it, and an enormous pressure surged out in a mighty rush.
"Ha!"
With his great roar, it was as if a thunderclap had exploded out of a clear sky above his head. Then the wind of his fist rose violently—this devil wanted to destroy Lin Xuan here with a single punch.
Lin Xuan had nowhere to dodge.
Even if a Loose Immortal or Demon King had their treasure destroyed, they could not possibly act as if nothing had happened.
With their mind and spirit pulled along by it, even their magic power would likely freeze. In other words, at that instant, the other party would have almost no power to strike back at all.
Although the time was very short, gone in a fleeting instant, for an expert at the Tribulation Transcendence level, it was already enough.
Heaven Origin was confident he could seize it.
When experts exchanged blows, victory was fought over the smallest hair's breadth. Taking advantage of that instant when the other party's magic power stagnated, he could destroy him.
His calculations were not bad, and Lin Xuan did indeed seem to have fallen into the trap he had laid. Setting everything else aside, just that look in his eyes already held a few traces of despair.
"Little Fellow, only now do you know regret? Too late. Don't worry, I won't let you fall so quickly. I'll make you unable to live and unable to die."
Heaven Origin Saint Ancestor spoke viciously, his voice