The old man was caught between shock and fury, but naturally he refused to sit and wait for death. In his panic, he flung his sleeve backward, and a streak of black light shot out from within it.
The light scattered, revealing more than ten glossy, pitch-black beads. Then his figure spun like a top, and the beads all shot toward the sword light at once.
Lin Xuan's brows lifted slightly. He could vaguely tell that these beads were extraordinary, but he had not the slightest intention of retreating. With a clench of both hands, the sword light's momentum instead became even sharper.
When the old man saw this, his expression turned cold. A spell seal shot from his fingertip, and with his movement, a rumbling boom rang out as every one of those beads exploded.
A foul, fishy stench spread, and the sword light immediately dimmed.
A trace of smugness appeared on the old man's face. These Nine Yin Thunder Beads had been painstakingly refined from several of the most vicious strange poisons he had gathered from across the world.
Not only was their power considerable, they could also defile an enemy's treasures. They were one of his life-saving Dharma Treasures, and sure enough, at this moment, they had proved useful.
This enemy was absolutely not someone he could deal with alone. He had to regroup with the other four Heavenly Demon Lords. Only if they joined hands would there be the slightest possibility of defeating him.
At the same time the old man detonated the thunder beads, he also swiftly retreated. Yet just then, an unexpected change erupted. The sword light that had already dimmed suddenly regained its sharpness, linking together as one, and came stabbing toward the old man like a gale and a downpour.
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