Lin Xuan had no intention of getting entangled with them here. Heaven knew whether some new change might arise over at Blood Demon Venerable's side if he delayed too long.
He extended his right hand and pointed calmly. After the Floating Cloud Falling Snow Sword let out a clear cry, it instantly released countless wisps of white cold mist. The mist gathered without dispersing, twisting together, and dozens of icicles of varying lengths appeared in midair. At the same time, he flipped his left hand, and the Immortal Binding Ball appeared in his palm with a sharp swish.
When the crane-haired old man saw this, his heart filled with deep apprehension as well. The other party truly was worthy of being the Young Master of Spirit Herb Mountain—he had actually sacrificed two treasures from ancient times in one breath.
For a moment, even his heart began to beat like a drum. He had heard plenty of people discuss the might of Ancient Treasures. At once, he stretched out his hand, slapped his Storage Bag, and took out a pitch-black waist tablet.
A trace of reluctance flashed across his face, but he immediately gritted his teeth and began chanting an incantation.
"A single-use spiritual tool?"
Lin Xuan was slightly surprised. As the name implied, this kind of spiritual tool was like a talisman—it was not something that could be used repeatedly. But where there were disadvantages, there were benefits. Precisely because it was a consumable, the might it unleashed could almost compare to a magic treasure.
However, ordinary artifact-refining masters rarely spent effort making such unorthodox things, so instead they were priceless but unavailable.
Although Lin Xuan was astonished that the old man had such an item, he did not stop the movements of his hands because of it. Under his