Lin Xuan gazed at Xiao Changkong, his tone teasing.
"I..."
Xiao Changkong trembled all over, shaking with rage and cold.
But in the next instant, he came to his senses. Was now really the fucking time to talk about this?
"Get out of here!"
He could not help but roar, turning to look at the pitch-black river and the terrifying wind-and-fire power already closing in.
"Fuck, if I leave, won't you be finished?"
"Fine, fine. Watch closely, Old Xiao!"
Lin Xuan frowned, his face full of speechlessness.
As he spoke, Four Symbols shot forth. The Taiji Diagram that had caught Xiao Changkong followed close behind, surging toward the explosive wind, fire, and black river of Demonic Qi in the sky.
"Whoosh!"
Lin Xuan even slashed out a Nine Heavens Ash. Its incomparably violent edge followed after it, tearing through the endless void.
"Boom!"
A terrifying explosion rang out as dazzling Rosy Cloud power bloomed high in the air.
A horrifying sight reflected in Xiao Changkong's startled eyes.
Lin Xuan's power and the Devil Race's terrifying power shone with the brilliance of blazing suns, consuming each other amid their collision.
Xiao Changkong was filled with utter disbelief.
Just moments ago, even someone at the Spirit Limit had been blasted apart by that power. Yet Lin Xuan had actually blocked it, even matching that Devil Race member blow for blow.
This was fucking... he had been completely surpassed by the younger generation!
His title as Sword Emperor was becoming more and more undeserved.
"The wind and fire both carry Profound Power. They should both originate from Kun Extremity Mystic Essence. I never expected him to be an exceptionally powerful Sky Fiend of the Devil Race."
"He has nearly reached the end of the Spirit Limit, and the power of laws has nine