Lin Xuan's bonded treasure was naturally extraordinary in power. After fusing with True Dragon Spirit Blood several years ago, not only had its Supernatural Power increased greatly, in terms of sharpness, it had also reached a state no longer comparable to the past.
A loud hissing filled the air. The Poison Scorpions' hard shells, at this moment, under the divine might of the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword, were like tofu, sliced open with the lightest cut.
Sword-light like snow swept across the desert. Hundreds upon hundreds of Poison Scorpions all had their souls sent down to the underworld. His guess had indeed been correct. Although only several hundred were visible before him, the Poison Scorpions nearby numbered far more than that. At this very moment, they were streaming over in an endless tide.
Lin Xuan did not stand on ceremony either. Wherever the sword-light passed, not a single Poison Scorpion could block one strike from him. Very soon, the ground was crawling with the corpses of these strange insects.
But this was not Lin Xuan's intention after all. Nor did he have any interest in continuing to slaughter these bizarre Poisonous Insects forever. The urgent matter at hand should be leaving this place.
As the thought flashed through his mind, azure light surged all over Lin Xuan's body. These Poison Scorpions had no ability to fly, so naturally they could not possibly stop him.
Roar!
Yet just at that moment, the cry of an insect entered his ears.
Unlike an ordinary insect cry, this sound shook the heart and soul. Even with Lin Xuan's cultivation, hearing it in his ears actually gave him a somewhat dazed, spellbound feeling.
How awful!
The spiritual light around Lin Xuan immediately dimmed. He had the feeling of being locked onto by a powerful enemy.