"Hm?"
Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, undisguised astonishment showing on his face.
This scene had far exceeded his expectations.
Why didn't his opponent dodge?
Could he have some follow-up move in reserve?
But the thought only flashed through his mind before Lin Xuan rejected it.
A golden opportunity could not be missed.
When experts traded blows, victory was decided by the breadth of a hair; where was there time to ponder carefully?
With the slightest delay, the chance would slip right through his fingers.
As the thought turned in his mind, Lin Xuan hesitated no longer. He raised his right hand high above his head and made a circling motion.
A clear phoenix cry rang in his ears.
The Void Shadow of a Phoenix appeared above his head. With a flap of its wings, dazzling flames filled the sky.
Then the sound of tearing through the air erupted, and the flames transformed into countless fiery-red arrows that shot toward his opponent.
The Ink Flood Dragon King's face was gloomy to the extreme. His six arms danced ceaselessly, tracing strange trajectories through the void.
Deep, dark demonic qi arose out of thin air, churning into something like a shield that wrapped around his figure. The next moment, crackling sounds rang in their ears like rain striking plantain leaves and lotus fronds, as the fiery-red arrows swarmed in.
That shield looked quite extraordinary, but the moment they made contact, countless cracks appeared across its surface. It was clearly on the verge of failing.
This result made even Lin Xuan reveal a trace of surprise.
His opponent's performance was far inferior to just now.
Thinking further, that earlier sword strike had landed so easily as well...
Once might have been a coincidence, but for it to happen one after another, it absolutely could