True Person Thousand Illusions' eyes were filled with venomous resentment, as if he wanted nothing more than to draw out Lin Xuan's soul and refine his spirit.
With a flick of his sleeve, spiritual light flashed, and he immediately summoned several treasures.
First came a pitch-black Gourd Artifact. The old monster pointed forward.
At once, the Gourd Artifact flashed in the wind, its size swelling abruptly. Then streams of thunderfire sprayed from within it, sweeping toward Lin Xuan to kill him.
The old monster's attack did not end there. Besides the Gourd Artifact, he had also summoned two Short Halberds about a foot long.
"Go!"
With a sharp shout, the Short Halberds flashed and vanished from where they were. When they appeared again, they were only several zhang from Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. Facing the old monster, who was flying into a thunderous rage, he naturally did not dare show the slightest negligence.
A thread of divine sense went out, and a small half of the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Swords flew back to protect him, clashing with the Short Halberds and thunderfire.
For a time, crackling sounds erupted, and thunderous roars kept pouring into the ear. This exchange of spells between the two seemed, on the surface, to have little that was extraordinary about it, but every strike contained astonishing power. Under the collisions of the Dharma Treasures, the entire sky kept changing and twisting, and the vitality of heaven and earth was thrown into utter chaos.
Old Devil Thousand Illusions hated Lin Xuan to the bone, and simply abandoned the illusions he was best at, intending to destroy him through a head-on clash.
On the surface, doing this was more or less improper—or rather, far too reckless. However, his cultivation realm was different from Lin Xuan's.