Lin Xuan still had confidence in his own acting skills, but if he wanted the other party to take the bait, he needed to make it even more convincing.
He swept his sleeve in a flustered motion, and strands of Sword Qi diffused out. Their momentum was certainly majestic, yet they seemed chaotic to the extreme.
From the details, one could see a person's state of mind. At this moment, saying Lin Xuan had lost his wits was somewhat excessive, but his heart had indeed begun to panic.
The Ghost Saint read this information and was extremely satisfied. His hundreds upon thousands of avatars shouted together, "Little Fellow, pointless struggle is useless. Hand your life over to me."
Before the words had faded, those hundreds upon thousands of Ghost Saints pounced over viciously together. Their movements were all different, but each was agile to the extreme. Lin Xuan's Sword Qi could not be said to be useless, but the chances of actually striking one were truly not many.
The two sides had been no more than a hundred zhang apart to begin with. In the blink of an eye, the distance naturally closed by a great deal more. Lin Xuan was so anxious that his forehead was covered in beads of sweat, and the motions with which he swung were even more utterly without the slightest method. Sword Qi shot all over the sky, but its hit rate grew even lower.
"Boy, hand your life over to me."
Over a hundred of that Ghost Saint's true bodies had already rushed close. Lin Xuan's panicked performance made the entire process much easier than he had originally imagined.
"You want Lin's life? Why doesn't your excellency return to the Underworld first?"
Just as they were about to charge close, the panicked expression