Lin Xuan's arrival made the cultivators of Cloud Hidden Sect cheer in high spirits, while the Golden Crow Ancestor's expression turned so ugly it could hardly get any worse.
But with matters having reached this point, it was already impossible for him to back down. Otherwise, he would become the laughingstock of the entire cultivation world.
Once the bow was drawn, there was no turning back—that was about the size of it.
Fortunately, though he was indeed vexed, the old monster might not necessarily have been afraid. He was also completely confident in his own strength. Though Lin Xuan was no easy man to deal with, who would win and who would lose would only be clear after they fought.
Since they were destined to tear off all pretense of cordiality, he naturally had no need to grovel before Lin Xuan. He frowned and sized him up for a moment, then suddenly let out a cold, sinister laugh. "What arrogance. You actually want to test yourself against me? Kid, you truly don't know life from death. Since that's the case, this Ancestor will give you a little lesson."
Before his voice had even fallen, he raised his right hand and, as lightly as drifting air, pressed a palm toward Lin Xuan.
The movement carried not the slightest hint of fire or anger, and there was no spiritual light emerging either. Many spectating cultivators stared tongue-tied and wide-eyed, baffled as a ten-foot pole monk unable to scratch his own head.
Only those old monsters hidden in the shadows, the Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivators, had their pupils shrink one after another as horror flashed through their hearts.
When an expert made a move, one could tell at once whether he had the goods.
Those low-level cultivators watched as if wrapped in clouds