Seeing the old devil act so arrogantly, a trace of mockery appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. His hands moved in rapid succession, and the immortal sword's momentum grew even fiercer. With a ripping sound, it collided with that green ghost hand.
Like a hot knife through bamboo, the ghost hand only held out for a few seconds before it was cleaved into mist. Pink Powder Old Devil's expression changed abruptly, his pupils shrinking slightly. He had underestimated the enemy. What the other party was using was actually something as sharp and powerful as an Ancient Treasure.
But he was worthy of being a demonic-path tyrant who had roamed You Province unhindered for several hundred years. Though he had lost the initiative, there was not the slightest panic on his face. His cheeks puffed out, and as he exhaled clouds and mist, great mouthfuls of pink smoke spewed from his mouth, turning into a strange red cloud over an acre wide that wrapped around him.
Lin Xuan frowned, but the blue bolt of silk transformed from the immortal sword had already plunged in without the slightest hesitation.
Riiip...
It sounded like cloth tearing and brocade being ripped. At first, things went rather smoothly, but a moment later, the resistance grew more and more astonishing. Not only did the immortal sword fail to make any achievement, it was instead trapped by the other party's bizarre divine ability.
Lin Xuan snorted, though he was not particularly surprised. The other party had enjoyed fame for several hundred years. If he had been eliminated in a single exchange, that would truly have been strange.
His divine sense reached out, controlling the immortal sword as it continued struggling. At the same time, he stretched out a hand and plucked something from his waist.