And with that look, he saw a few things that were different.
"So you are not a human cultivator."
"Heh-heh, your eyesight is indeed quite keen. But only seeing through my identity now—don't you think it's already too late?"
The Iron Pagoda Venerable's mocking voice entered his ears. All over his body, a layer of demonic Qi faintly surged. Though it was not very dense, his identity was already on the verge of being revealed.
Ancient Demon!
Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, carrying a hint of scrutiny. "From your words, it seems you already knew that the Xiantian Spirit Treasure before us was transformed from Illusion Moon Poison. Could it be that you have been here before?"
"You certainly have many questions. But for a man about to die, why cling to such intense curiosity? If you know what's good for you, obediently bind your hands and submit. You can still suffer much less. Otherwise..."
The other party's threatening words entered his ears, but Lin Xuan was not angry in the slightest. Instead, he could not help laughing. "You are merely a Spirit Division-level Ancient Demon, yet you dare talk so big. Strength and weakness, victory and defeat—one only knows after comparing them in battle. If you're unwilling to speak, that's fine. In a moment, I, Lin, will capture you, draw out your soul and refine your spirit, and seek the answers myself."
Lin Xuan was not speaking nonsense. With his current strength, as long as it was an existence of the same rank, whether human, Ancient Demon, or Yin Soul Ghosts, none posed the slightest threat to him. No matter from what angle one looked at it, he could seize them as easily as reaching out his hand.
Before his words had even fallen, Lin Xuan made his move.