His movements were extremely light, and his actions were even more concealed. Coupled with the fact that he was deliberately speaking to draw Lin Xuan's attention, Venerable Qingyan believed Lin Xuan would never notice this tiny detail.
Greed flared in Venerable Qingyan's heart, and he had already begun secretly plotting murder for treasure.
But Lin Xuan was not some soft persimmon to be kneaded at will, so the strategy he came up with was a sneak attack!
Do not call it despicable. The cultivation world had always been a place where the weak were prey to the strong.
As long as victory could be obtained, winning by relying on numbers was already an utterly common thing. What was so shocking about a sneak attack?
After all, the one who laughed last was the victor. As for what methods were used, no one cared at all.
A trace of a smile appeared in Venerable Qingyan's eyes.
This sneak attack of his was not merely to seize the initiative, but to heavily injure Lin Xuan.
He flicked his finger slightly, looking utterly unremarkable. Yet who said powerful moves had to be grand and imposing?
This Soul-Loss Spike was his famous consummate skill!
Its power went without saying. Besides that, its greatest marvel was its concealment, making it impossible to guard against. For a sneak attack, it was the finest sharp weapon.
Hiss...
A faint sound of tearing through the air entered his ears. By the time Lin Xuan discovered it, it was only a little over ten feet away from him, and a ripple so thin it was almost invisible entered his sight.
It was about a foot long, and its shape bore some resemblance to a Flying Needle Dharma Treasure.
However, this was no treasure with substance yet without form. The