When Lin Xuan saw it, no surprise showed on his face. He patted his Storage Bag, and the fiery-red Hook Sword flew up. Lin Xuan raised his right hand and casually jabbed twice at it. The Hook Sword immediately transformed into an Evil Flood Dragon wreathed in flames from head to tail.
"Shape-Shifting Art?"
Tian Xiaojian started, then shook his head. Though the two were quite similar, the finer points were vastly different. But no matter how one put it, this Dao art, powerful enough to rival a Core Condensation cultivator, still left him deeply shaken.
Lin Xuan was not deliberately showing off. Since he had done this, he naturally had his own reasons.
Though Tian Xiaojian treated him well on the surface, Lin Xuan always felt there was something ambiguous about it. Whether he was enemy or friend was still hard to say.
In truth, Lin Xuan naturally did not wish to make an enemy of this Demon Venerable's heir, but some things were not something one-sided wishes could change.
So displaying a suitable measure of strength could also serve as intimidation and a warning. That way, even if the other party wanted to make a move against him, he would first have to weigh the consequences.
Keeping a low profile was indeed Lin Xuan's principle for dealing with the world, but sometimes, one also had to reveal a bit of sharp edge when appropriate.
"Big Brother, what fine methods. How about we attack together now?" Tian Xiaojian's hearty laugh reached his ears.
"All right." Lin Xuan nodded.
After receiving an affirmative reply, Tian Xiaojian then turned back toward the Spirit Spring with a grave expression. A sharp gleam flashed through his eyes, and with a sweep of his right hand, the black greatsword let out a loud hum