A rumble like muffled thunder rang out. Black and red burst across the sky as spirit fire and demonic flame tangled with each other; the Mystic Fire Divine Pearl and the treasure the other party had summoned were locked in a deadlock, impossible to tell apart for the moment.
When the ghost king saw this, he stamped his foot. The demonic qi around him suddenly surged up, transforming into a black tornado several zhang thick, linking heaven and earth, its momentum terrifying to the extreme as it howled toward Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan's pupils contracted slightly. Yet strangely, he did not dodge. Instead, he flicked his sleeve, and the Floating Cloud Falling Snow Sword shot out, slashing toward a spot several zhang behind him.
In the place where there had originally been nothing, black smoke abruptly rose. A foul stench came with the wind, accompanied by a howl of pain, and Ghost King Xuanzhen revealed his true form, his face filled with mingled shock and rage.
The next instant, that terrifying demonic-qi tornado reached a spot two feet in front of Lin Xuan—only to inexplicably collapse on its own.
It was nothing but an illusion!
"Damn it! How exactly did you see through it?"
"I already told you. These ghost-domain tricks of yours are nothing but floating clouds before me, so there is no need to keep showing them off." Lin Xuan gave a cold laugh, his face full of contempt.
"You..." Ghost King Xuanzhen was furious at his words and was just about to pounce forward and risk his life, but then he seemed to remember something and stopped himself. The agitation on his face slowly receded, bit by bit.
Seeing that the other party had not fallen for his goading, Lin Xuan's expression could not help turning grave.