Only now did Lin Xuan have the time to carefully observe everything around him.
The countless unfamiliar figures left Lin Xuan deeply puzzled.
Crack!
Young Lord Wind Fiend clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles creaking as he stared hatefully at Lin Xuan's back.
Ever since making his name, he had never tasted defeat, yet today he had been defeated so utterly.
With a mere turn of his hand, Lin Xuan had shattered his pride, making the prestige he had built among the Devil Race seem utterly unworthy of notice.
As devilish light surged, he rose to his feet, the injuries around his body rapidly healing.
Streams of devilish light shot out and gathered upon the Devil Race members, helping them recover as well.
Xu Wang and the others came before him. They said nothing, merely watching him quietly.
"He must die!"
Young Lord Wind Fiend stared fixedly at Xu Wang.
Xu Wang's gaze flickered for a long while before he finally nodded lightly.
On the other side, Lin Xuan gathered with the others.
"Big Brother, what happened?"
Xiao Chen and Lian Qingtian came over, their faces full of confusion.
Lin Xuan briefly recounted what had happened, and everyone's expressions immediately turned strange.
"Acting tough gets you struck by lightning. So it really is true."
Lian Qingtian muttered.
Xiao Chen's face was full of question marks. "Third Brother, are you fucking taking a jab at me?"
"Don't force yourself into the comparison. I was talking about Young Lord Wind Fiend."
Lian Qingtian replied with a straight face.
"Fuck off. What good shit could you possibly hold in? Sooner or later, I'll beat you to death!"
Xiao Chen looked thoroughly displeased.
The two of them amused everyone into laughter.
"Brother Lin!"
Mo Wenxin walked over at this moment.
Lin Xuan gave him