Though it was True Astral power, the terrifying fluctuations it gave off at this moment were not the least bit inferior to those of the Nascent Core Realm.
The power of Slaughtering Heavens remained hidden, not yet unleashed.
Only at the instant the middle-aged man brought his blade down did Lin Xuan draw his own.
Though he moved later, he struck first, and in the blink of an eye, his blade collided with the middle-aged man's.
Boom!
The dreadful explosion, along with the surging tides of force, crashed toward the distance.
With the two of them at the center, a terrifying storm formed in an instant.
Lin Xuan's power was as violent as collapsing mountains and seas.
The middle-aged man's face changed. "How could—"
Before he could finish, the terrifying impact had already sent him flying backward.
"I told you already. You're just a slightly stronger ant. What are you so proud of?"
Lin Xuan's indifferent voice exploded beside the middle-aged man's ears, making his heart abruptly contract as though he had fallen into an icy abyss.
The stench of death rushed straight at him.
At the same time, a shrill whistle tearing through the air rang in his ears, as if it would rip his eardrums apart.
He hurriedly focused his gaze, and his pupils instantly shrank to needlepoints.
A nine-colored blade radiance was hurtling toward him, its aura horrifying as space trembled without end.
"This power is far beyond mine. I can't block it!"
In an instant, the middle-aged man reached his conclusion.
Circulating his spiritual power, he wanted to use the force sending him backward to accelerate his escape.
But the nine-colored blade radiance was too fast. The moment he moved, it had already arrived.
The middle-aged man's eyes nearly split apart. The nascent core in his