Its speed was so swift it defied description.
One moment, it was still at the edge of the sky; in the next instant, it had already arrived several hundred zhang before him.
There was no need to release his divine sense, nor any need to use the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Eye; the figures of the seven old monsters could already be seen with perfect clarity.
Each and every one of them had the bearing of immortals, bones of the Dao.
White beards drifted in the wind, and an otherworldly aura emanated from their bodies.
Their spiritual pressure was faint, seeming present and absent at once, but at such close range, Lin Xuan could be one hundred percent certain that they were Cultivators at the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage.
The Seven Cultivators of Taizhen, then. They had learned their arts from the same master, and were also skilled in joint techniques.
This point was indeed somewhat difficult to deal with.
But to say he was afraid would be going too far.
Lin Xuan was no ordinary cultivator.
A mere handful of existences at the same stage as him wanting him to obediently surrender was impossible.
But the situation before him would not end simply by defeating the Seven Cultivators of Taizhen.
Their strength within the Yulan Trade Alliance was by no means insignificant, but they absolutely could not be called its very top figures either.
Even if he defeated them, new experts would still come.
A fight to the death without rest—this was what truly gave him a headache.
Moreover, it was not convenient for Lin Xuan to strike to kill.
Right now, he had merely broken the rules of the Yulan Trade Alliance; the two sides could not yet be said to have a deep hatred or a blood feud.