As for the demonic Qi that filled the sky, under the might of Lin Xuan's Immortal Sword, it had long since become like tofu, sliced into ragged, shattered pieces...
But the matter was not over. Though Lin Xuan had taken the Ancient Demon's head, the other party was a monster on the level of a Saint Ancestor; he might not necessarily fall at once.
A ruthless look flashed across Lin Xuan's face.
He raised his right hand. In his palm, five colors shone like glazed glass, and a flame the size of an egg leapt up, entering everyone's sight.
"This..."
In an instant, gasps rose and fell all around. The congratulatory guests present were all immortal cultivators of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, so they naturally knew their goods. Even with their strength, as they looked at the flame before them, their hearts actually began to beat a little uneasily. What kind of secret art was this?
"Ha!"
Lin Xuan gave a loud shout and forcefully pushed the flame in his hand forward. Following his movement, the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire flashed, then surged up with a boom.
In almost the blink of an eye, it expanded from the size of an egg to cover an area of around a mu, wrapping Heaven Origin Saint Ancestor's corpse within.
And the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword did not stop moving because of this. It still shuttled up and down. Looking at that momentum, it clearly would not rest until it had hacked the other party into eight great pieces.
While he was sick, take his life. Against an Ancient Demon, Lin Xuan naturally would not show mercy.
At this moment, it had reached the instant when life and death would be decided, victory and defeat determined. Lin Xuan, of course, would no longer