Miaoyin's face instantly turned deathly pale.
The feeling was hard to put into words; if it had to be described, it was rather similar to when one's Life-Bound Dharma Treasure was damaged.
This outcome left Lin Xuan greatly astonished, but with his personality, he naturally had no intention of letting such a good opportunity slip by.
With a flick of his sleeve, his offensive grew even fiercer.
Just now, though his opponent had reflected the sword light, Lin Xuan believed she absolutely had not done so with ease.
The price she had paid for it was most likely no small matter, so if he pushed a little harder now, he would probably be able to break through her defense.
For a time, sword light fell like snow, tearing the entire sky apart.
The mirror-like treasure reflected a little of it, but sure enough, it was running out of strength; cracks surfaced one after another, and then it shattered with a "crash."
"Not good!"
For the first time, fear appeared on Miaoyin's face, but at this point, trying to dodge was clearly already too late.
Hissing sounds of air being pierced entered the ear as countless sword lights punched through her body.
Yet there was no joy on Lin Xuan's face.
The exchanges over these few rounds had already made him realize this woman was not easy to deal with; by reason or feeling, she would not fall so quickly.
Sure enough, though her body had been pierced through, it gradually faded.
Then it vanished into the void.
What was this?
A golden cicada shedding its shell?
A faint sharp glint flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes.
He hurriedly released his divine sense.
But he gained nothing.
However, he was not the least bit anxious. To him, this was nothing more than