Lin Xuan advanced all the way, unstoppable as a blade through bamboo. Sword Lake Palace's reaction had actually been fairly swift, but the cultivation world revered the strong above all. Facing a Tribulation Transcendence-level old monster, stopping him was nowhere near as easy as merely saying the words.
Moreover, from the very beginning, they had never imagined that the person who had barged into their main headquarters would possess such absurd strength.
As the saying went, know yourself and know your enemy, and you would not be imperiled in a hundred battles. This time, however, Sword Lake Palace had truly committed the error of underestimating the enemy and growing careless. They had never, ever expected such a coincidence—that Lin Xuan had not only rushed back at the critical moment, but had also smoothly advanced, becoming a Tribulation Transcendence-level old monster.
With the enemy so poorly judged and preparations so lacking, it would have been strange if they did not suffer for it.
Worse still, Lin Xuan struck with ferocious speed. It could be said that in the initial stage, Sword Lake Palace had been beaten completely senseless.
Lin Xuan moved as if through uninhabited territory. The high-level cultivators who had died at his hands already numbered in the hundreds.
Fortunately, Sword Lake Palace was, after all, the number one sect clan in the Nailong Realm, with countless experts. Though these losses pained them, they were still far from injuring their sinews and bones.
And as time passed, the resistance Lin Xuan encountered gradually grew stronger and more numerous.
If it were one-on-one, no one in Sword Lake Palace was his match. However, this was the other party's main headquarters. Sword Lake Palace held the advantages of timing, terrain, and manpower, and after their initial panic, they gradually steadied their footing.