Using one's own strengths to overcome the enemy's weaknesses?
There was nothing wrong with that line of thinking, but playing schemes in front of him was far too foolish.
He was no ordinary cultivator, but the foremost powerhouse among True Immortals. Close-quarters hand-to-hand combat—did they think he would be afraid?
"Idiot!"
Instead of anger, Tian Xiang was delighted. He drew in a breath, and his entire body shone like five-colored glazed glass. Dense, countless runes rose whirling into the air, and then all his skin turned a brilliant golden color.
On the surface of his skin, many patterns and arrays flickered and pulsed, giving off Dharma power of boundless wondrous use.
"This is..."
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. Though he did not know what spell the other party was using, the ominous feeling in his heart had reached an indescribable degree.
Could his own estimate have been wrong? Had the other party been beating him at his own game all along?
But at this moment, there was no time to think. It was already too late for him to change moves.
A trace of ferocity appeared on Tian Xiaojian's face.
He clenched both hands, and crackling sounds entered the ear. Gale Wind shot in all directions, and behind him, a gigantic monster actually emerged.
A Dharma Image?
No, this monster seemed to have a physical body.
It stood more than several zhang tall, with an ox's head and a human body. Its whole form was wrapped in heavy armor, and the Wolf-Tooth Mace it carried in its hand was filled with vicious energy. Its barbs were incomparably sharp as it smashed down viciously toward Lin Xuan.
Boom!
At once, as if a violent storm had swept through, countless stones and earth were lifted up. Golden light and black radiance interwove