When the elders of Sword Lake Palace realized this, every face showed a trace of horror. This Lin boy was far more terrifying than they had imagined.
But at this moment, they had no mind to probe into it.
The Phoenix before them was by no means merely imposing in aura. Since he had transformed his treasure into such a form, there had to be a purpose.
They did not know what it was, but fleeing this place of trouble as early as possible could never be wrong.
Thus the elders either formed hand seals or drove their treasures, and their Escape Lights became even swifter.
This plan might not have been wrong, but it also exposed their cultivation realms completely. Lin Xuan did not even need to release his divine sense to roughly determine which of them were late-stage Spirit Division Stage Cultivators.
After all, unless one had cultivated a top-tier escape technique, under ordinary circumstances, the speed of an early-stage Spirit Division Stage cultivator's Escape Light could not possibly match that of a late-stage existence.
Although it could not be generalized absolutely, in broad terms, that should indeed be the case.
Thus, Lin Xuan's gaze instantly fell upon the dozen or so fastest streaks of Escape Light.
Although he had suddenly used the True Spirit Transformation Sword Art, this secret technique he kept at the bottom of the chest, Lin Xuan naturally had no confidence that he could annihilate nearly a hundred Spirit Division Stage cultivators present. But those dozen or so late-stage Cultivators leading them—Lin Xuan did not intend to let them go.
As long as he could sweep away all these late-stage existences in one net, Sword Lake Palace would inevitably suffer a grievous blow to its vital energy.
The strategy Lin Xuan had settled on