The crimson sword formed from the morning sun froze, suspended high in the heavens without moving an inch.
"Is that all?"
Lin Xuan finally spoke, his mockery especially thick.
Lin Xuan was not surprised in the slightest. With fully comprehended Time Stillness and World-Shaking Grade mystic essence, blocking this mere Sequence Rank power was effortless.
So what if he was a Sword Immortal? So what if he had seven immortal rivers beneath his feet?
Even before me, Lin Xuan, he had to bow his head!
Battle intent surged within Lin Xuan. Though he did not reveal it, he was even more arrogant than Dongfang Lingyun.
Dongfang Lingyun frowned, a flash of gravity passing through his eyes.
"Godslayer!"
He spoke again. An orange sunset swept across the sky, transforming into an orange blade.
West Setting Godslayer Form—the essence of the two immortal scriptures had long since been thoroughly mastered by Dongfang Lingyun, and he had even pushed them to new heights.
The orange blade's attack power was formidable. Before it even reached him, it began attacking Lin Xuan's consciousness, seeking to sever Lin Xuan's "spirit."
Unfortunately, Lin Xuan had also completed the Taiyuan Scripture. The Taiyuan Immortal Tree swayed, instantly stabilizing his consciousness. Amid flickering Rosy Cloud, it stood as firm as a rock; the West Setting sword intent could not affect Lin Xuan in the slightest.
"Space Binding!"
Lin Xuan struck again, raising a hand and pointing.
Fully comprehended World-Shaking Grade spatial mystic essence erupted.
In an instant, space power so dense it beggared description converged, and space solidified.
Dongfang Lingyun's orange blade froze as well, unable to advance even an inch.
"Trash!"
"You think you're worthy of testing me?"
Lin Xuan mocked him again. Silver light boiled atop his war blade, and his dark-gold eyes, brimming with endless killing