The clever are often caught in their own cleverness.
Old Monster Feng had never imagined that his own Supernatural Power would be useless against this fellow. Now he was riding a tiger and could not get off, with no room to use any other moves.
He could only dance both hands together, punching and kicking, hoping to kill Lin Xuan here.
But how could it be that easy? Lin Xuan's True Explanation of Hundred Spirits was likewise a peerless secret manual, and the martial arts recorded within were wondrous beyond compare. At this moment, Lin Xuan did not summon the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword, but gripped it in his hand and used it like an ordinary precious sword.
If any other cultivator saw it, they would laugh their teeth out.
Yet in this situation, nothing could have been more suitable.
Sword Qi crisscrossed, fists and feet flew. At a glance, it truly seemed like two martial-arts experts locked in a life-and-death struggle.
But that was only the surface.
The speed of their movement techniques and the ferocity of their moves—how could any mortal hope to reach them?
Even Yue'er could not find an opening to intervene.
This was no wild talk. At this moment, Lin Xuan and Old Monster Feng were fighting at close quarters, fists and feet blind, with the Laws of Heaven and Earth mixed in. The power of every move was concealed rather than exposed, and their shifting movement techniques were swift to the extreme.
Yue'er wanted to lend a hand, but the distance between the two was far too close, and their movements were far too fast. With the slightest carelessness, she might accidentally injure Young Master.
As for Tinglou, beyond sighing in admiration, he could only secretly envy them.
This Lin Kid truly was no