The feeling came so abruptly, without the slightest warning beforehand.
Yet every hair on Lin Xuan's body stood on end.
There were many kinds of feelings that signaled approaching danger, but with Lin Xuan's current strength, there were absolutely not many that could make his hair rise and his blood run cold. Calling them as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns would not be wrong.
It was as if a venomous snake were hidden behind him, head raised, tongue flicking, wanting to devour its prey.
Would he become the target?
How many years had it been since he had felt this way?
Doubt and alarm stirred in Lin Xuan's heart, yet the expression on his face remained calm.
He did not move!
Not the slightest aura emanated from anywhere on his body, yet his magic power quietly circulated through every part of his meridians.
Poised to strike!
With a single thought, the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword could fly out from his sleeve.
At a moment like this, panic was extremely foolish; it would only expose an opening.
Without showing the slightest change in expression, Lin Xuan had already prepared to respond to any change.
It had to be said that his preparations were truly remarkable.
Yet that feeling of having thorns at his back retreated like the tide.
Had the enemy disappeared?
No, he had merely shifted his target.
In that case, the one he was aiming at was not Lin Xuan after all.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. He did not relax his vigilance, but he had even less intention of exposing his whereabouts. Since it had nothing to do with him, he would watch the show for now.
Lin Xuan would not forget that terrifying sensation from just now. Toward an