"Enough!"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Qiong cut him off.
Zhang Qiong stared at him. "Lin Xuan hasn't shown himself for so long. Haven't you noticed the problem?"
"By forcefully engraving the Overlord Blade Mark to an advanced level, his Nascent Core must have been damaged. Even if he seized the Essence of the Stars, he couldn't strengthen himself before fully repairing his Nascent Core."
"Besides, was I supposed to stupidly charge at the very front? The War Clan and that Brahma Sound Temple had conflicts with him as deep as the sea, and the Xiang Family hated him to the bone."
"What's more, top geniuses have arrived from Yuhua and Bloodhide as well. Even if Lin Xuan possesses the Overlord Blade Mark, he can only stretch out his neck and await death!"
"I understand, Young Master!"
A flash of realization immediately crossed that person's eyes.
"What a pity. I've disappointed you!"
Standing by the lake, Lin Xuan took everything into his senses, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his lips.
"We need a swift battle. There are over a hundred Golden Core Realm cultivators in the distance—we can't let them get here."
"Kill as many as we can!"
Lin Xuan murmured again. The space around him actually rippled faintly, and then his figure vanished from the shore of Endless Lake.
At the same time, the ominous premonition in Zhang Qiong's heart abruptly intensified severalfold.
He could not help becoming even more vigilant, and the power within his body began circulating at high speed.
Before he could locate the source of that heart-palpitating sensation, he suddenly noticed that the sky seemed to have darkened.
He snapped his head up, and Zhang Qiong's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.
"Watch out!"
He let out a fierce roar, power erupting