"Hey... old bastard!"
Helian Ming flew into a rage, his defenses shattered by the insult, while Lin Xuan felt utterly exhilarated.
With the Divine Firmament Sword Formation between them, Helian Ming could do nothing to him.
Helian Ming was so furious that his old face had flushed crimson.
It was not that Lin Xuan's attack was particularly powerful. When that kind of attack landed on him, it was no more than accidentally bumping into something while walking.
But damn it all—he, Helian Ming, who had dominated for centuries, a mighty Pseudo-Emperor, had actually been hit in the face by a single move from someone who had only just entered the Core Formation Realm, and a worthless body he had always despised.
His condition was poor at the moment, already at its lowest ebb, with the risk of dying at any time. Lin Xuan was plainly treating him like a dog that had fallen into the water.
Helian Ming's pride suffered an enormous humiliation, and even his reaction slowed by a beat.
"Pfft!"
Just then, an icy-blue sword light carrying bone-piercing cold slashed down.
"Aah!"
Caught too late to evade, Helian Ming had another arm severed. Frost even formed over the wound, as the extreme cold sought to invade his body through it.
"Boom!"
Helian Ming erupted in a desperate burst of power. A surging force rushed out and dispersed the cold. Then, the silver Undying Matter unique to the Imperishable Realm churned madly within him, restoring his arm in an instant.
However, his face turned even paler, and his aura sank further.
"Lin Xuan, if this old man survives today, I will definitely tear you to pieces someday. I will pull out your soul and roast it in endless earthfire for a thousand years!"
Helian Ming turned his head, flames