Broken stones fell like rain, and Lin Xuan's face was filled with anger as well. He raised both hands, making no unnecessary movement, and streaks of silver light shot out from the surface of his body.
They circled and danced!
A moment later, the light scattered, and what entered the eye were actually fist-sized runes.
Each one was mysterious to the extreme, emanating a heart-palpitating power of law.
"Go!"
Lin Xuan raised his right hand and pointed forward. Following his movement, the originally dim spiritual light once again became dazzling and piercing.
Bang, bang, bang...
Explosions rang endlessly in the ears, as though countless horse hooves were trampling through the void. The sounds were so dense they were almost like beans being fried.
The runes scattered, and in their place appeared Immortal Swords as thin as cicada wings.
Their number was enough to make one stare tongue-tied, and they shot toward his opponent from all directions like a violent storm.
This time, Lin Xuan had truly flared up, intending to hack the other party to pieces right here.
True, his Fat Armor was extraordinary, able to block even Lin Xuan's Law of Power.
But what about the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword? The sharpness of this treasure could cut through all things under heaven. Lin Xuan did not believe the other party could block it with a body of fat. Forget a mere Tribulation Transcendence-level Ghost Race being—even if a True Immortal descended to the mortal world here, he would absolutely not dare to bare-handedly block Lin Xuan's lifebound treasure.
Lin Xuan's expectations were not wrong.
Seeing Immortal Swords dancing across the sky, Venerable Heaven-Fat's expression indeed changed drastically. He lifted his head, and a heart-palpitating howl entered the ear; from his mouth, more than ten blood-red pillars of light actually