Lin Xuan's gaze swept over them. These two fellows' cultivation could not be lightly dismissed; both had reached the middle stage of the Dongxuan Realm. Put anywhere, they would be high-level Cultivators. Unfortunately, to him, they were still no different from ants.
"You two have been following me for so long. Are you after something from me?"
Lin Xuan's calm voice entered their ears, his tone carrying not the slightest joy or anger, as though he were merely speaking of some trivial little matter.
And as he spoke, the spiritual power he had originally kept suppressed began to bloom little by little, revealing his Spirit Division Stage cultivation beyond all doubt.
"Senior, you misunderstand. My sister and I were merely passing through this place and happened to encounter Senior by chance. Where does this matter of following you come from? Even if you lent me another dose of courage, I would never dare do such a thing. This truly is a coincidence..." the fellow who looked like a White-Faced Scholar hurriedly opened his mouth to explain.
"A coincidence?"
Lin Xuan smiled. "Your eloquence is not bad, but do you think you can brush this off with a few casual excuses?"
"Senior, this really is a misunderstanding..."
The woman also hurried to explain, but Lin Xuan had no mood to listen to them spout nonsense here. "Misunderstanding or coincidence, it makes no difference. Since you are Yin Soul Ghosts and have discovered my whereabouts, then consider yourselves unlucky. Obediently go to the courts of the Underworld. I'll be taking your lives."
The moment those words left his mouth, Lin Xuan's expression turned cold and sinister. With a flick of his broad sleeve, fierce light flared brilliantly. More than ten streaks of Sword Qi swam out from within his sleeve like fish,