At that thought, the three demons' faces turned extremely overcast. When the house leaked, it had to meet a whole night of rain; not even in their dreams had they imagined the other party had dabbled so broadly. This was truly somewhat troublesome.
And Lin Xuan had no intention of letting them off.
Since the hidden troops had already all emerged, it was time to draw in the net.
For him, a swift battle and quick decision was the smartest choice. He had already been delayed here for far too long.
At this thought, a trace of grim killing intent flashed across Lin Xuan's face.
With a flick of his sleeve, clear ringing rose loudly, and countless black demon gleams shot out from within his sleeve.
The light scattered, and countless willow-leaf-shaped dharma treasures appeared before their eyes.
They were over three feet long and as thin as cicada wings. Every Demon Blade was identical in shape, with faint flowing light flickering across its surface and runes winding around it. Clearly, they were extraordinary treasures.
The Black Water Asura Blade!
Lin Xuan had obtained this blade from a Spirit Division Stage Ancient Demon. If its power were measured against his current strength, it was of course not worth mentioning, but when handed to the Demon Infant to use, it happened to be incomparably handy.
Lin Xuan could not bear to discard it.
Then what was to be done?
Simple. To increase its power, he only needed to refine and consecrate it anew.
In any case, with the abundance of his wealth, he had more than enough all kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures. To condense and refine a treasure of this grade was nothing more than something he could do with a casual gesture.
There was not the slightest