The originally calm air suddenly rippled like water, and Lin Yue'er appeared. With a point of her jade-like hand, the Jade Snow Ring carried a sharp rush of wind as it screamed toward Yin Ghost Master.
Xiao Hen was shocked. Faced with this sudden attack from behind, he was clearly caught off guard. In that hurried instant, he could only rely on his Spirit Power Shield to block it.
With a tearing screech, though the shield was not ripped apart, that strike still left him in a very bad state.
Lin Xuan cried inwardly that it was a pity. Though the Jade Snow Ring was a top-grade spiritual artifact, Yue'er's cultivation was still a little too shallow.
Still, this blow had won him a rare opportunity.
Lin Xuan sent his divine sense into the Storage Bracelet, and in the next moment, the Flame Rhinoceros took shape before his eyes.
Then he took out that incomparably eerie dagger. This was a supreme-grade spiritual artifact, its power even a notch above the Jade Snow Ring and the Hook Sword.
A cold, murderous aura surfaced on Lin Xuan's face. The dagger turned into a wisp of icy light. Yin Ghost Master also realized something was wrong and forced his true essence to circulate. The Mystic Fire Divine Pearl flashed, laying down a layer of protective barrier around him.
Yet this time, it was useless. Though the dagger was held back for a moment, very soon the sound of the barrier being torn apart rang out.
Xiao Hen's eyes went wide, his face full of disbelief. A hole had appeared in his chest, blood pouring straight out. Yet cultivators were different from mortals after all; even with such a grievous wound, he did not die at once. Instead, a crazed and ferocious look appeared