With Lin Xuan's current strength, killing a Demon Race member of the same rank could be said to pose not the slightest difficulty. Besides, at this moment, he was not alone; beside him was that elder, also at the late Spirit Division stage, helping him.
There was not the slightest suspense about victory or defeat, but Lin Xuan had no intention of revealing his true strength.
Keeping a low profile was his principle. In these circumstances, he only needed to display the standard of an ordinary late Spirit Division cultivator, and that was more than enough.
Lin Xuan controlled the fiery-red Immortal Sword, merely trapping the opponent, and with this help from him, the Robe-Clad Elder's spirits rose greatly.
He drove several of his own treasures, beating the drowning dog mercilessly.
Though the Mountain-Opening Crab had thick hide and tough flesh, the power of Dharma Treasures wielded by same-rank cultivators was no small matter either. Outnumbered, it soon suffered no small hardship. It wanted to flee, but the two of them kept it tightly entangled.
"Take this!"
Lin Xuan suddenly gave a light shout, and at the same time raised his right hand, pointing a finger forward.
There was only a flash of red light as the fiery-red Immortal Sword, like a Flood Dragon from beyond the heavens, pierced through the Mountain-Opening Crab's head. Then, with a forceful stir, the opponent's enormous body immediately stopped moving.
After that, without any extra movement from Lin Xuan, he merely closed his five fingers, and a bang entered the ear. The crab's body burst apart, and a fist-sized Demon Core flew into Lin Xuan's palm.
A satisfied look appeared on Lin Xuan's face. Speaking fairly, with the abundance of his wealth, a Spirit Division-level Demon Core did not amount to much, but this