It was a porcelain bowl, its surface utterly without luster, even looking somewhat chipped and worn. Yet in Elder Hu's eyes, there appeared a look of utmost solemnity.
Lin Xuan was somewhat surprised, but as the saying went, a man could not be judged by his looks, nor the sea measured with a bushel. In truth, treasures were the same.
The other party knew full well that he was not easy to deal with, yet still brought out this object. He must have something to rely on.
But Lin Xuan naturally would not fear it. He waved both hands, then beckoned lightly, and the Floating Cloud Falling Snow Sword, which had been condensed but not yet released, immediately transformed into a blue startling rainbow and slashed fiercely toward his opponent.
Elder Hu remained unmoved. Before him was still the Yellow Kerchief Ancient Treasure; the earthen wall it had transformed into was solid and heavy, more than enough to withstand the attack of the opponent's immortal sword.
As for himself, he chanted under his breath, both hands jabbing madly at the porcelain bowl above his head as if he were having a fit. His movements looked rather ridiculous, yet Lin Xuan did not dare take them lightly. Along with the incantation, the bowl's color gradually grew deep and profound, black and red radiance flowing across its surface, revealing a somewhat mysterious appearance.
Though this was Lin Xuan's first time encountering a bowl-type magic treasure, that did not mean he had never heard of them before. According to common sense, it should have been defensive in nature, but judging from the other party's manner, he seemed to want to drive it to attack the enemy. Could there be some hidden mystery within?
Lin Xuan had just thought this when a soft whoosh