It was a strange feeling, as if in the very next instant, he would be ground into powder.
And Lin Xuan could no longer remember how many years it had been since he had last experienced this brush with life and death.
Was he going to be erased with just a single move?
So this was a so-called peerless powerhouse—strong to such a degree.
He had originally thought that after advancing to the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage, he could already contend with any existence in the Three Realms. Yet he had never imagined that this so-called notion was nothing more than a joke.
There was no need to resist. It would be futile.
Put down the sword. Provoking the Yulan Trade Alliance had been your mistake from the start. One who understood the times should obediently stretch out his neck and await slaughter; that way, perhaps the other party might even spare your soul.
In your next life, just be an honest mortal.
There were too many dangers and too much suffering on the road of cultivating immortality. Why force yourself onto this single-plank bridge?
In his mind, a voice kept persuading him, calm and gentle, yet filled with temptation, grinding away at Lin Xuan's will.
The aura he gave off grew weaker and weaker. The glow of the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword had already become faint and indistinct, and that giant sword, solemn and heavy as a mountain, would soon grind him into powder.
Diji Sanren stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his bearing calm and composed. His body was clearly not tall, yet it radiated an aura that made all cultivators prostrate themselves.
In his view, the outcome was already beyond suspense.
One sword was enough to instantly kill the enemy here.
Yet this was not