For a moment, the sound of something tearing through the air rang out in force. This time, Lin Xuan held nothing back.
With his strength at his current level, his sense for threats was naturally incomparably sharp.
Danger had to be strangled in the cradle.
Seeing that he was about to capture Fairy in the Clouds alive, Lin Xuan naturally did not want an unexpected change to occur at this critical moment.
Ever since advancing to the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, the growth of his strength could no longer be measured by reason. This attack should have been something he was entirely confident in, yet the bizarre and variegated nature of the Immortal Cultivation world could not be judged by common sense.
The sword light was certainly swift, but that Flood Dragon showed not the slightest fear.
It opened its mouth and exhaled.
It went to meet the sword light head-on.
On the surface, it looked laughable in the extreme; even calling it a mayfly shaking a tree would not be an exaggeration. Yet Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly, and the ill premonition in his heart instead grew stronger and stronger.
In the next instant, that breath actually expanded a thousandfold and more against the wind, and a murky black hurricane rose out of thin air.
Like violent wind and driving rain, it swept across the entire world.
The razor-sharp sword light was actually scattered into bits and pieces. The seemingly fierce offensive was resolved so easily, just like that.
How was that possible?
Lin Xuan was dumbstruck. He had seen that this opponent who had barged in to disrupt things would not be easy to deal with, but not even in his dreams had he imagined it would be strong to such a degree.
But Lin Xuan was, after all,