Spiritual light wove and shuttled back and forth, the sounds of collision ringing out as the two Immortal Swords clashed fiercely in midair.
One was a treasure tempered through a thousand hammerings and a hundred refinements, while the other came from the spiritual fire controlled by the Vermilion Bird. Gale Wind roared, spiritual light flickered without pause, and the flames flared strong, then weak, stirring up heart-palpitating aftershocks—yet the two sides were evenly matched.
The moment an expert made a move, you knew whether he had the goods.
That Green-Robed Man's furious strike had used up all the magic power of his life, while Lin Xuan wielded his as he pleased, the expression on his face calm to the extreme.
It looked as if neither side had won, but in truth, the difference between superior and inferior had already been decided.
The man's face was dark to the extreme. He had exhausted all his strength, yet still could not break through Lin Xuan's defense. In that case, how could he save his Dao companion?
A trace of resolve flashed through his eyes, but it was already too late. A miserable scream entered his ears—the woman's Nascent Soul had already been swallowed by the boundless sea of fire.
Lin Xuan was not a cultivator who was cruel and loved slaughter, but when it came to enemies, he had no such thing as a woman's softhearted mercy. Since they had coveted his sect's treasure, they should have been prepared to fall.
Greed brought disaster; a person always had to pay the price for their actions.
"Senior Brother, save me!"
The Nascent Soul's shrill wail entered his ears.
A Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivator's Supernatural Powers were far from ordinary, yet how could a mere Nascent Soul body withstand the phoenix fire?
The wailing