In contrast to Ming Xue's furious expression, what Lin Xuan showed more than anything was impatience.
Though he had endured so much tempering and hardship, and his self-restraint had already become quite extraordinary, Lin Xuan's desire to reunite with Yue'er had reached an extreme.
Now that the beauty was close at hand, yet he still could not meet her at once, the root of it all was these external enemies. Lin Xuan naturally hated them to the bone, and the impatience in his heart gradually became difficult to conceal.
True anger had been stirred in Lin Xuan's heart, and the expression on his face had turned icy to the extreme.
He turned his head and sized up the two old monsters before him.
One of them was much taller and larger than ordinary people. What drew the eye was that his entire body was wrapped in rolling, raging flames.
Those raging flames were pitch-black, and a strange power of laws radiated from within them.
As for the other, he was a blurry, pitch-black ghostly shadow. His specific form could not be seen clearly at all—no, more accurately, he simply had no specific form, as though he were merely a mass of ghostly shadow that could change shape at will.
Such bizarre enemies made even Lin Xuan's pupils shrink slightly. Ghostly beings of the Underworld truly could not be gauged by common sense.
However, at this moment, Lin Xuan had no mood to investigate further.
Quickly wiping out these enemies before him and reuniting with Yue'er was what mattered most.
"If the two of you surrender without resistance, you can suffer much less. Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life; if your attitude is decent, I, Lin, may not necessarily be unable to spare your lives."
The moment Lin Xuan said