"Foundation Establishment Late Stage—you're also a cultivator who's mastered the sixth layer of his cultivation art?"
Hu Fan's face was filled with terror, and he cried out in flustered fury. Impossible. He had clearly examined him with the Spirit Eye Technique—could the other party actually possess some heaven-defying divine ability that concealed his cultivation?
"Hmph!"
A trace of disdain flashed through Lin Xuan's eyes. Blue light flared brilliantly in his hand, and the Ghost Snake Sword seemed to be struck by lightning. It stopped struggling and obediently settled into his grasp.
Hu Fan swallowed, his mouth full of bitterness. He had originally wanted to kill and seize treasure—who would have known he'd kicked an iron plate? Not only was this boy's cultivation realm the same as his own, but the art he practiced was definitely a top-tier one, strange and powerful.
He had no chance of winning. If he didn't leave now, he was afraid even his little life would be thrown away!
With his heart full of venomous hatred, Hu Fan glared fiercely at Lin Xuan. With a sweep of his sleeve, a talisman was offered up.
With a whoosh, the talisman ignited without wind and exploded into a ball of fire, a full two or three meters across. Carrying astonishing momentum, it smashed down toward Lin Xuan's head.
As for Hu Fan, he did not pause in the slightest. He transformed into a streak of crimson light and fled into the distance.
"A petty trick!"
Lin Xuan's expression was calm. He opened his mouth and spat out a pair of Hook Swords. Pale-blue flames burned over their surfaces, and they swelled in the wind. In the blink of an eye, they actually transformed into a vast dragon more than ten zhang long, opening its bloody maw and swallowing