As the breath weakened, Lin Xuan's figure emerged, his entire body wrapped in Five-Colored Glaze flames of light; he was actually without the slightest wound.
Impossible!
The Demon Flood Dragon King's face revealed disbelief.
He knew his own strength best. How could anyone treat his breath as if it were nothing? His eyes had to be playing tricks on him.
A hysterical look appeared on his face. He opened his mouth and spat out another black wave of light.
This time, Lin Xuan did not dodge, but neither did he obediently stand where he was. Instead, he raised his right hand and punched out.
There was no flash of spiritual light, nor any thunderous boom entering the ears. This punch looked utterly ordinary, even somewhat light and drifting.
Yet it easily punched a hole through the void, and that black wave of light actually shattered inch by inch.
After that, Lin Xuan's fist had an intimate encounter with the Demon Flood Dragon King's cheek. The sensation of that excruciating pain was hard to describe in words.
"Whoosh!"
The other party once again flew off into the distance.
Boom!
This time, who knew how many more mountain peaks he smashed through.
And of course Lin Xuan would not stop there.
He clenched both hands, and along with a great chorus of "chi-chi" sounds tearing through the air, countless brilliant rays of light shot out from the surface of his body.
Those crystal gleams were so dazzling, and their momentum was incomparably fierce. Within them was even contained boundless Sword Intent.
Nine Palaces Moment!
After putting on the True Spirit Armor, Lin Xuan was already able to achieve unity of man and sword.
Although no Immortal Sword could be seen being summoned, the Sword Qi he released was, in power, more than