But that was fine. This result, one could say, had already met Lin Xuan's expectations.
After all, he had not even released a treasure. He had merely unleashed sword light in a sneak attack, and that alone had left four Yinhun ghosts of the same rank with one dead and one wounded. No matter how one looked at it, that was extremely remarkable.
One could even say that such a battle record simply did not seem like something a Spirit Division Stage existence could accomplish.
After all, among those of the same rank, some were strong and some were weak; that was nothing strange. But for the gap to be stretched to such a degree was still a little outrageous.
At this moment, the three surviving Yinhun ghosts' faces were gloomy to the extreme.
Only one phrase came to their minds: pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.
This seemingly ordinary immortal cultivator before them was absolutely an old monster at the Tribulation Transcendence level. Their lord had most likely fallen by his hand.
Thinking this, the three naturally released their divine senses, sweeping them back and forth over Lin Xuan, wanting to find some spider-silk and horse-track clue. But it was no use. He was clearly at the Spirit Division Stage; aside from that, they could not discover the slightest hint of anything amiss.
Amid their shock and fury, the three were also incomparably depressed, feeling that the other party was simply toying with them.
"Since things have already come to this point, what use is there in hiding your strength, Your Excellency? A dignified Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivator hiding his head and showing his tail—do you not find it far too lacking in face?" the rough-looking big man said in a low voice.
His attitude actually