"Lin Xuan... die!"
Feng Changgong roared, power surging wildly through his entire body.
"Slash!"
Yet faced with the arrow that had already rushed before him, Lin Xuan merely raised the immortal sword condensed from energy in his hand and casually slashed.
Crack!
That terrifying arrow, fused with the powers of lightning, fire, and wind, was cleaved apart in a single strike, turning into scattered energy fragments that drifted away.
"Hm?"
"You..."
Feng Changgong's eyes widened, his face filled with utter disbelief.
"Your cultivation has fallen so quickly. You're only at the mid-stage of Seven-Revolutions now. How weak!"
The mid-stage of Seven-Revolutions corresponded to the mid-stage of the Life Realm. After firing that arrow, Feng Changgong's aura fell even faster.
"I wonder if this will affect the cultivation time I get."
Lin Xuan muttered, then acted decisively. The longsword in his hand exploded, transforming into a great river that surged forth.
"You bastard... Lin Xuan... I will..."
Feng Changgong roared. Suffering defeat after defeat had dealt his pride a tremendous blow.
Unfortunately, before he could finish, the river of swords abruptly surged before him, and its terrifying sword intent instantly dispersed his Pure Yang Spirit Body.
Feng Changgong's consciousness dissipated, and he fell completely.
In the sky, the Pure Yang beings of the Pure Yang Palace stood frozen.
Everything below had reversed too quickly; even now, they had yet to react.
Pure Yang Spiritual Light flickered as Ling Pianran's figure arrived belatedly.
"I still had a use for him!"
Ling Pianran frowned at Lin Xuan, feeling somewhat troubled.
"He attacked me first. Besides, he was muttering just now that he wanted to kill me. I had to strike first to gain the upper hand."
Lin Xuan grinned. "No problem, right?"
Ling Pianran rubbed her forehead, her face full of helplessness. "With