Calling them powerful enemies was no exaggeration at all.
With that thought, Lin Xuan's expression could not help turning utterly grave. It was not that he was worried about losing.
The Second Nascent Soul had already advanced. Even if he could not win, protecting himself would not be a problem. The problem was that if this dragged on too long, the pressure faced by his main body would become unbearable.
The Mountain Giant Ape was something even the current him could not defeat.
From the start, Lin Xuan had never planned to meet it with brute force. Everything had been meticulously calculated; what he wanted was for the other party to fear smashing the rat for fear of breaking the vase, to use wit and seize his final objective.
His idea was sound, but who would have thought that at the crucial moment, a Cheng Yaojin would charge out and meddle?
It was no exaggeration to say the mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; all of his calculations had been thrown completely into chaos.
The Ancient Spirit Race—from their tone, they seemed to be cultivators native to the True Spirit Burial Ground. In that case, would they know the whereabouts of the Asura Seven Treasures?
Thoughts flashed through Lin Xuan's mind, and because of that, his gaze sharpened.
Fortune leaned on calamity, and calamity hid fortune.
The appearance of these two uninvited guests was not necessarily entirely a bad thing for him. Perhaps the treasures he had come here to seek would find their clue on them.
That said, if he wanted to achieve his goal, there was still one prerequisite.
He had to defeat these two fellows in the shortest time possible. Otherwise, forget searching for treasure—his own situation would probably become extremely unfavorable.
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