So what if they were the Seven Cultivators of Taizhen?
Did they really think they were so extraordinary just because they had the Yulan Trade Alliance to lean on?
That they had the right to be arrogant and tyrannical, to look down on Cultivators of the same rank at will?
Lin Xuan hated people who borrowed a tiger's might like a fox most of all. Since that was the case, he would let them see what a true powerhouse was.
With a flick of his sleeve, several dozen Flying Swords as thin as cicada wings swam out from his cuff like fish, transforming into streaks of sword light a foot or so long, circling before him.
Then Lin Xuan pointed with one finger and softly chanted an incantation.
Before his voice had faded, the sword lights erupted like glazed glass, their number unexpectedly multiplying several dozen times over.
Looking out, the sky was filled with chilling Sword Qi, silver radiance dazzling beyond compare.
Hiss...
Every cultivator present sucked in a cold breath.
Their strength might not be comparable to Lin Xuan's, but anyone who could cultivate to the Tribulation Transcendence Stage certainly had the eyes for this.
Not only was the number of sword lights in the sky absurd, but they were also dazzling and entrancing; every beam of radiance contained enormous Magic Power.
It made one's heart jump and flesh crawl to the extreme.
Could this Little Fellow be a domain powerhouse, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger here? Otherwise, how could his Lifebound Treasure possibly be powerful to such an extent?
The same doubt flashed through the hearts of the assembled Tribulation Transcendence Stage old monsters. The cultivation world respected the strong, and only now did they discover that Lin Xuan was far from as