Lin Xuan's wishful thinking was not bad, but could he truly get what he wanted? The current Marquis Heaven Origin was no weakling, nor would he stand there and let himself be butchered.
Quite the opposite—he also wanted to wipe Lin Xuan out. The enmity between the two sides had long since reached the point where they could not live beneath the same sky.
Seeing Lin Xuan break his Spells again and again, Marquis Heaven Origin's eyes were already filled with fury. But he would not admit defeat. He had received the aid of a True Immortal's inheritance; whether by reason or by right, there was no way he could be inferior to this Little Fellow.
As the thought flashed through his mind, his expression became even more resolute.
He actually made no attempt to block Lin Xuan's attack, allowing him to charge into the golden cloud layer.
The distance between the two was now no more than several dozen zhang.
For existences of their level, that bit of distance could be ignored.
Lin Xuan's Escape Light had already stopped.
Since the other party had not taken the chance to attack just now, he must have some sinister scheme.
Lin Xuan lifted his head and happened to see Marquis Heaven Origin's gloomy face clearly. Immediately after, a hoarse voice entered his ears: "Little Fellow, I never thought you would force this Marquis to such a point. Since that's the case, let me show you my Immortal-Slaying Spirit Fire!"
"You will regret it. If you had obediently let yourself be captured just now, you could have suffered far less pain."
Before his words had even fallen, Marquis Heaven Origin made his move.
He opened his mouth, and a streak of sword light gushed out from within. Golden radiance dazzled the eye,