Power surged, the ground shattered madly, the terrain was utterly transformed, and the steaming Rosy Cloud was violently ground away.
Mo Wenxin stood at the heart of the storm, a powerful aura radiating from his body as his robes snapped in the wind.
Yet his face was frozen in stunned disbelief, his heart filled with incredulity.
Lin Xuan had struck in an instant, making his reaction a beat too slow.
But he knew perfectly well that even if he had been fully prepared, he still could not have blocked Lin Xuan's strike with the power of the late Vajra stage.
I'm done for. Completely done for. Buried deep.
That thought flashed through Mo Wenxin's mind.
"Wang Xuanfeng already knew that Lin Xuan could crush young masters of the same realm. It must be so."
Fourth Master's body trembled slightly as he understood the whole story. "Was I simply too confident in the young master? But who could have imagined... Lin Xuan... was monstrous to this extent?"
Liu Lubai remained silent, his gaze complicated.
Putting himself in Mo Wenxin's shoes, he was horrified to realize that if he faced Lin Xuan's spear strike, he would undoubtedly die, without the slightest chance of survival.
He once again rejoiced that he had formed ties with Lin Xuan early on. Otherwise, he could only have looked up at him.
Mu Jingfeng looked at Lin Xuan with blazing eyes. He was not surprised in the slightest; instead, he felt it was only natural.
"Holy shit, this kid..."
Wang Xuanfeng's expression was calm, but stormy waves raged in his heart.
No one else had noticed, but at the instant Lin Xuan struck, he had sensed something unusual.
His vast spiritual power had enveloped Lin Xuan in an instant, and even Lin Xuan had not noticed.
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