Ssslaaash...
Blood sprayed, and screams faintly reached his ears. A Nascent Soul Cultivator's natal Infant Fire was certainly no small thing, but compared to the Azure Fire Sword's attack, it was still far, far inferior, appearing far too weak.
Moreover, Lin Xuan had already advanced to the middle stage, and this had been a deliberate sneak attack. Although Old Monster Fang had been lucky enough not to die, his left shoulder and one arm had already been chopped off.
In an instant, blood splashed across half his body.
Shocked and furious, the intense pain nearly made him faint.
"You..."
The gaze he cast at Lin Xuan was already filled with venomous hatred. Unfortunately, Lin Xuan did not care. With a sweep of his left hand, several more streaks of sword light shot out, rumbling as they slaughtered toward him.
Though he was trembling all over from the pain, Fang Xinhe naturally was unwilling to fall. He barely managed to stretch out his right hand, turned a spell art, and sacrificed a bizarrely shaped magic treasure.
This treasure's shape was peculiar. It actually looked much like a mortal-world rice dumpling, about the size of a fist. Once it left his hand, however, it released a dazzling sheet of yellow light, swelling in the wind. In the blink of an eye, its size was like a thousand-jin boulder.
Lin Xuan froze, his expression somewhat stunned, and poured even more magic power into the Azure Fire Sword.
Boom!
The two treasures collided with a crash. That rice dumpling split open, cleaved into two halves. With a flash of light, countless rice-grain-like white objects were revealed inside.
Each one was the size of a fist, its surface emitting a soft, lustrous glow.
Immediately after, sharp sounds of tearing through the air entered his ears.