The Demon Race's body-tempering arts were indeed no small matter. If an ordinary cultivator had traded places with him and been bullied into close quarters, most likely disaster would already have struck—belly slit open, guts spilled.
Even Yue'er's face changed drastically; she had never imagined the other party's movements would be so swift.
Lin Xuan's pupils also narrowed slightly.
The power of this move was one thing.
But the speed with which his opponent pounced was truly astonishing.
Shock was shock, but although Lin Xuan had no time to dodge, he was not about to sit and wait for death.
Seeing the move come with such ferocious speed, Lin Xuan also raised his right hand, his five fingers forming a claw as he grabbed down at the other party.
This claw was quite powerful, yet it did not belong to any immortal-path secret art Lin Xuan had learned. Instead, it was a technique from the secular martial world.
Martial arts and true qi were not worth mentioning to cultivators.
However, nothing in the world was absolute. In the Nailong Realm, there were some people who practiced martial arts and could also fuse with the Crystal Cores of Demonic Beasts; they were known as the Demon-Transformed.
Their Supernatural Powers truly had surpassing points, to the extent that they could even stand on equal footing with cultivators.
Through a twist of fortune, Lin Xuan had once obtained a large number of martial arts secret techniques that the Demon-Transformed regarded as precious treasures.
If it had been an ordinary cultivator, he would most likely have dismissed them with disdain.
However, Lin Xuan's thoughts were different. As the saying went, stones from other mountains could polish jade; learning one more skill might prove greatly useful someday.
Lin Xuan had already been highly proficient in