For a time, heaven and earth changed color. For dozens of miles around, an eerie ghostly aura spread through the air, making one's scalp crawl. Lin Xuan cultivated both righteous and demonic arts; although he usually used mostly Daoist techniques of the mystic schools, now that he was driving a secret art of the Ghost Path, its power was still far from ordinary.
The two elders of Haoshi City were unwilling to meet it head-on. They drifted back more than a hundred zhang, then each summoned their defensive magic treasures.
Lin Xuan was overjoyed. With a shift of his divine sense, he had already recalled the Corpse Demon. Then azure light surged all over him, and he turned into a startling rainbow that tore through the air.
The two did not move to stop him. For one thing, they were still being entangled by the Ghost Shadow Skeleton. For another, Lin Xuan's strength had left them trembling inwardly.
Though they had no proof, both of them faintly felt the same thing in their hearts: the other party had been handling things with ease, and in the battle just now, he seemed not to have used his full strength.
Chasing after him would bring them no advantage, so the two tacitly chose to give up.
Watching Lin Xuan's back disappear, the Red-Clad Beauty's expression was extremely ugly. She turned her head, only to see Monk Conghui with a pensive look on his face. Somewhat surprised, she could not help asking, "What is it, Master? Could it be you already have some clue about that person's identity?"
"A little." Monk Conghui sighed.
"Oh? Then hurry and tell me." The Red-Clad Beauty could not help turning from anger to delight.
"In truth, that person is someone Fairy should also have heard of. Did