A storm thus vanished like smoke and scattered like clouds.
As the saying went, good men did not come, and those who came were not good. Three mighty beings of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage had arrived together; needless to say, they had naturally come to make trouble for Lin Xuan.
If he had been someone with an undeserved reputation, his soul would probably have been extracted and refined by now, and Cloud Hidden Sect would most likely have been razed to the ground.
There was nothing strange about it. The cultivation world was this cruel, with countless storms of blood and foul winds; everything was decided by strength.
People revered the strong, but toward those who fished for fame and bought reputation, there was no such thing as showing mercy.
The three of them had originally come here to probe the truth, but how could they have known that Lin Xuan would be even more forceful than they had imagined?
At the first disagreement, he had directly fought Old Demon Xue.
There had not been the slightest trickery in between; he had directly used supreme secret arts to slay an old monster at the middle stage of Tribulation Transcendence.
Moreover, the whole thing had taken only the time it took to drink a cup of tea. Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed such an outrageous scene.
One had to know that Old Demon Xue was of the Heaven and Earth Spirit Race, and had roamed the Spirit World unhindered for as long as a million years. His strength was unfathomable.
Logically speaking, even if he could not win, preserving his life should not have been a problem no matter what. Yet such an extraordinary powerhouse had been cleanly and efficiently slain by