As time passed, the Pointy-Eared Cultivator's expression grew more and more pained, and his entire body was gradually shrouded in a layer of gray-white corpse energy. Though he was a Late Core Condensation Realm cultivator, compared with the Corpse Infant, he was still far, far inferior.
If things went on like this, the possession should have succeeded without much trouble. Unfortunately, how could Lin Xuan let him have his way? The cultivation world valued the law of the jungle, and taking advantage of someone in danger was perfectly natural. Besides, the other party was a monster to begin with, so Lin Xuan naturally had no reason to be polite.
With a flick of his sleeve, the Floating Cloud Falling Snow Sword swam out like a fish, transformed into a blue bolt of silk, and hacked viciously down toward the top of his head.
The fierce gleam was like lightning!
The Pointy-Eared Cultivator's divine sense could no longer react in time. As for the Corpse Infant, he still had some strength to spare, but his expression had also turned ugly to the extreme.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; he had never imagined that while he was carrying out possession, a Cheng Yaojin would suddenly come charging out halfway. When he saw Lin Xuan's face clearly, he was even more shocked and turned pale. In the hands of this unremarkable-looking youth, he had suffered more than enough hardship.
Yet beyond his fear, there were even more doubts. He had clearly led him down the wrong path, and on that road were restrictions laid down by his sect-leader senior uncle. Though their power could not be called boundless, killing a Core Condensation Realm cultivator should have been more than enough. How had the other party come out unscathed?