This time, when Lin Xuan struck, he used neither magic treasures nor any dazzling secret art. Aside from a layer of oily green flames wrapped around his entire palm, there was nothing unusual about it at all.
Elder Qiong froze, his expression naturally showing a trace of surprise.
But at this moment, he did not dare look down on Lin Xuan in the slightest. A ferocious glint flashed through his eyes, and he opened his mouth, spitting out a bolt of lightning as thick as a child's arm, which attached itself to that yellow light screen.
Lin Xuan acted as if he had not seen it and pressed his palm forward all the same.
Elder Qiong was overjoyed. The Blood-Devouring Heavenly Thunder he cultivated possessed incomparable power. Since the other party was being so arrogant, that arm would definitely be crippled!
Yet in the next instant, his eyes bulged wide.
Not only had the Heavenly Thunder failed to take effect, even the light screen formed by the Ancient Treasure was like paper paste, pierced through with ease by the other party...
The Azure Phantom Nether Fire possessed boundless might; even a great cultivator at the Late Stage would not find it easy to withstand, much less his meager bit of divine ability.
Elder Qiong's eyes were filled with terror, but at this moment, there was nowhere left for him to dodge. Lin Xuan's hand had already pressed against the center of his chest.
Boom!
He felt no pain, yet his entire body had already exploded into a ball of emerald-green fire. A miserable scream reached the ear, but before that, Lin Xuan had already taken his Storage Bag into his hand with great practiced ease.
At this moment, within the Cloud Sea, thousands of cultivators were facing each other from