Whoosh, whoosh...
The sound of air being torn apart reached his ears. Golden light flared brilliantly before his eyes. Fortunately, Lin Xuan reacted swiftly; otherwise, if he had been even a single step slower, he would probably have been shot into a beehive by now.
He had turned danger into safety, but the expression on Lin Xuan's face was clearly still one of lingering fear.
The Palace Gate had already opened, and several warriors in golden helmets and golden armor came into view.
They held sabers, spears, swords, and halberds, and in front of them was a row of archers still maintaining the posture of drawing their bows. Needless to say, those wisps of golden light just now had been the ambush these fellows launched against Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan looked at the Golden Armored Warriors ahead. These were not Cultivators; not the slightest trace of magical power emanated from their bodies. They should, without a doubt, be Puppets refined from all kinds of rare materials.
He did not know their exact realm, but from their attack just now, he could roughly infer these fellows' strength.
They should be about the same as Spirit Division-level cultivators.
As this thought turned through his mind, a trace of greed could not help flashing across Lin Xuan's face.
Spirit Division-level Puppets. In the present cultivation world, although they could not be called absolutely unique, their value was so great it was difficult to describe in words. If he could subdue these Puppets, even for him, they would be a tremendous fortune.
After all, in the cultivation world, there were some things that could not necessarily be obtained just because one possessed Spirit Stones and treasures.
With Lin Xuan's current strength, gathering one or two Spirit Division-level Puppets would be no problem, but there