Before the words had even fallen, Lin Xuan raised his right hand and flicked a bent finger. A streak of azure silk shot from his fingertip, swelling in the wind and turning into a sword light seventy or eighty feet long. In a flash, it arrived above the other man's head.
Elder Qiong was greatly alarmed. A furious, near-mad look flashed across his face as he opened his mouth and spat out a black gleam, which turned into an inky curtain of light like a layer of dark clouds and crashed into the sword light.
Spiritual power sprayed in all directions!
Elder Qiong stumbled back several steps, his face dark to the extreme, with a faint trace of fear hidden in it. A casual strike from the other party actually possessed such terrifying power.
"Fellow Daoist, what is the meaning of this? This old man is willing to give up this treasured land of feng shui, so why must you still force my hand?"
"What? Fellow Daoist feels very astonished, does he? Before Lin appeared just now, your arrogance was only greater than mine, not less." Lin Xuan smiled as he said these words.
"What exactly do you want?" Elder Qiong said, enunciating each word.
"Nothing much. I merely wish to invite Fellow Daoist to reincarnate. Otherwise, if I let you off today, perhaps another day you will come looking for the Xu family's little sister to take revenge. When Lin does things, he likes to see them through from beginning to end. I would not want to save people out of kindness, only to bring them endless future trouble."
As soon as Lin Xuan said this, not only Xu Yin, but every cultivator of the entire Tianxuan Sect was so grateful that tears filled their eyes.
Elder Qiong, however,