Yet Lin Xuan turned a blind eye to all of it. In the blink of an eye, the silver gleam had flown before the golden wall, but in the next instant, a bizarre scene appeared.
That silver gleam seemed like a living thing. It twisted in midair and did not choose to clash head-on with the defensive spell, but instead circled around from the side.
Although the wall was several zhang long and wide, that bit of distance was practically negligible for the flying speed of a spiritual artifact.
The Luo brothers exchanged a glance, their faces pale and bloodless. Luo Tong gritted his teeth, white radiance flaring all over his body as his entire form rapidly swelled like a balloon. It was still that extremely strange defensive spell.
The Ghost Snake Sword had already killed its way right before him!
It circled once around his neck...
Bang!
Blood mist filled the sky, and an enormous head fell down.
Then, without its momentum slowing, it plunged straight into the chest of the younger brother, Luo Biao.
The famed Luo Brothers were, in the end, still no match for Lin Xuan. They perished at his hands, and all their former ambitions and hearts full of desire turned to dust.
Lin Xuan's escape light had already arrived before them. With a beckon of his hand, a stream of black qi shot out, caught and rolled, and pulled back the Storage Bags at the two brothers' waists.
Though this battle had been a little arduous, the gains were unexpectedly abundant. Never mind that the two brothers were Rogue Cultivators—their treasures were richer than even those favored disciples of famous sects and great schools.
Lin Xuan held the three-foot blue blade and gave it a gentle shake. Six subsidiary swords also flew out, their