Give them an inch, and they wanted a mile!
Lin Xuan did not want to make enemies of the Cultivators of the Three Thousand Worlds.
But since the other party did not know life from death, Lin Xuan would not hold back either. Strike while he was weak, take his life. Since he had seized the initiative, Lin Xuan would show no mercy.
Even if he could not settle everything in one battle, he had to at least badly wound the other party here.
Thus, this time, Lin Xuan held nothing back in the slightest. His divine sense opened to its fullest, and its momentum was simply enough to make people look sideways. Not only Ancestor Shaming, who was fighting him, but even the others around them showed disbelief on their faces.
Was this a joke? How could this guy's divine sense be so absurdly strong?
For a moment, sand flew and stones rolled, and the whole world turned a grayish white.
Even the power of laws was scattered into seven fragments and eight pieces by the impact of Lin Xuan's divine sense.
Ancestor Shaming was an extremely proud cultivator, but even he had to admit that, in terms of divine sense alone, he was far inferior to this Lin Kid.
A wise man knew when to bow to circumstances, so of course he would not stupidly clash head-on.
Drawing in a breath, he simply abandoned a portion of his divine sense.
A warrior cutting off his own wrist!
This fellow's ruthlessness and decisiveness made people click their tongues.
Of course, Lin Xuan would not just let him off like that and continued pursuing. However, a thunderous boom rang in his ears—it was the other party detonating the portion of divine sense he had abandoned. For a moment, it also