The change came in utter haste, but as a Tribulation Transcendence-level cultivator, how could he possibly just sit there and wait for death?
A flicker of anger crossed Ghost Saint Tianyou's face. His hands danced rapidly, and a low, deep chant spilled from his mouth.
"Break!"
With his loud shout, a stream of black qi poured out from within that yin wind.
It came with fierce speed, its target none other than the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword.
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. Within that yin wind, there was actually a fist-sized round bead wrapped inside.
The bead was a deep black in color. On the surface, it did not seem remarkable, yet as it flew close, faint rumbles of thunder could be heard from it. Needless to say, it was no ordinary treasure.
But so what?
Lin Xuan had absolute confidence in his own life-bound treasure.
Not only did he show no intention of stopping or changing moves, he instead urged on his sword art, and the half-transparent flying sword immediately flared with spiritual light, chopping down viciously at the round bead.
Yet at that very moment, an inconceivable scene appeared.
Before the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword had even touched the round bead, the treasure actually shattered on its own and turned into nothingness.
What was the other party trying to do?
Even with Lin Xuan's broad experience and knowledge, at this moment he was like a Monk two zhang tall groping in vain for his own head—utterly baffled.
But shock was shock; when Lin Xuan made a move, he did not carry the slightest hesitation.
The Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword's momentum grew even fiercer. Lin Xuan was rather curious to see what schemes and tricks the other party could play under such an offensive.
Before that thought had even