The corners of Lin Xuan's mouth lifted slightly, but he was not annoyed. As the saying went, one could never be too careful of others. Whether he and Tian Xiaojian were enemies or friends had always been ambiguous to begin with. If the dignified young master of the demonic path did not even have this much cunning, that would truly be a strange thing.
Lin Xuan pretended not to notice. He opened his mouth and spat out a breath of vital essence, and the Floating Cloud Falling Snow Sword transformed into a streak of sharp blue radiance, following close behind the sword light as it slashed toward the three men's necks.
Guangchengzi was both shocked and furious, while the other two men's faces were filled with fear.
Tian Xiaojian alone had already pressed them so hard they could barely breathe. How could they have any energy left to deal with an attack from another cultivator of the same realm?
Moreover, this man had brought out an Ancient Treasure the moment he struck, so his divine abilities were clearly no small matter either. Guangchengzi's mouth filled with bitterness. If he had known, he would never have tried to be clever just now, but regretting it now was already too late.
He gritted his teeth, reached out, and slapped his waist. Seven or eight talismans were brought out all at once, igniting by themselves in the wind. Large sheets of flame linked into a single line, and a thick wall of fire appeared before him. At the same time, spiritual light flashed wildly over the surface of his body, and in the blink of an eye he transformed into a long white rainbow, fleeing toward the distant sky.
This fellow was quite decisive. Seeing that the situation was bad, he actually turned