Lin Xuan's figure flashed, and he was already pressing right up to his opponent. He lifted his right hand slightly, and a green flame the size of a chicken egg appeared.
With a light flick of his wrist, the flame shrank and gathered. Amid a clear cry, it transformed into a miniature Flood Dragon only half a foot long, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it pounced at the other man.
The old devil acted as if he had not seen it. At that moment, he was within the Buddha light, a trace of mockery showing at the corner of his mouth.
This escape art was an ancient divine ability, uniting offense and defense. Since his opponent did not know its details, it was just right for venting some of his foul anger.
Hiss...
The two collided, spiritual light flowing nonstop, dazzling so brightly that one could not open their eyes.
After a brief stalemate, a gap was broken open in the Buddha light. Pink Powder Old Devil froze, then his expression changed drastically. But by then, there was already no time for him to dodge or defend. He only felt a pain in his abdomen—the Flood Dragon had actually drilled into his body.
The old devil was so frightened his soul flew beyond the heavens. His hands flailed wildly, and he lost all composure, but very soon, a layer of eerie green flame appeared on the surface of his body.
Pink Powder Old Devil revealed a look of despair and waved at Lin Xuan, seemingly wanting to beg for mercy. Unfortunately, it was too late. When removing evil, one must uproot it completely. Lin Xuan formed a hand seal with both hands, and the flames suddenly surged wildly. In merely two or three seconds, they reduced him