After all, the one Tian Xiang feared most was none other than Lin Xuan, so naturally he had taken special care of him. For Lin Xuan to still not have fallen by now was already remarkable.
"I'm fine."
Lin Xuan shook his head. His physical body had been tempered through a thousand hammerings and a hundred refinings, and he possessed countless miraculous pills and medicines besides. Even if he were beaten full of holes, he could still repair himself; the injuries before him now did not count for anything at all.
As Lin Xuan spoke, he took several jade bottles from his robe. The stoppers were opened, and a fragrant aroma diffused outward. Without another word, Lin Xuan poured all those pills into his mouth.
Since his injuries were no great hindrance, everyone naturally began discussing again how to deal with that fellow Tian Xiang.
Back then, the Asura King's scheme had not been wrong. It was only that no one could ever have imagined he had already advanced to become a Dao Ancestor, his strength far surpassing what it had been in those days, rendering the fallback measures the Asura King had left behind useless.
What were they to do?
At this point, all the cultivators present felt worried.
That was right. They were all peak existences who had lived for millions of years, each and every one having weathered countless storms of blood and gore. But the richer their experience in magical combat, the more they felt that the situation before them had no solution.
Even if Asura were added to their side, they still could not beat Tian Xiang. In a mere three years, what could they do? Drag out an ignoble existence?
For a time, everyone wore worried, bitter expressions.
Of course, they were not yet