Lan Wu, sent flying backward, wore a look of utter disbelief.
"How is this possible?"
Lan Wu's Scythe of Death was one of the most terrifying spirit treasures in the world.
Even Xuantian back then had been unwilling to block it easily, yet now it had been stopped outright.
Not only that, Lan Wu and the Scythe of Death had both been knocked back at the same time. Lan Wu could hardly believe his eyes.
But immediately afterward,
an even more terrifying aura burst from Lin Xuan. After knocking Lan Wu back, Lin Xuan did not stop. Instead, he charged forward again.
Moreover, Lin Xuan moved incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he had reached Lan Wu.
Lan Wu's expression changed again, disbelief filling his eyes.
Under Lan Wu's astonished gaze, Lin Xuan slammed a fist into his face, smashing him into the ground and leaving a deep crater.
Dust billowed everywhere.
Lan Wu, buried in the crater, seemed stunned for a moment.
Qing Ling, standing behind Lin Xuan, was even more shocked.
Although Qing Ling knew Lin Xuan was powerful, she had never expected him to be this powerful.
Lan Wu was so strong, yet he did not even have the ability to resist.
Crack!
But just then,
Lan Wu crawled out of the crater. Of course, after crawling out, he looked extremely disheveled.
His face was covered in dust, and his hair had come loose.
Lan Wu's expression was extremely ugly. Since Xuantian, Lin Xuan was the most difficult enemy he had ever encountered.
For a moment, Lan Wu's expression turned solemn. Yet beneath that solemnity was also a viciousness.
He wanted to tear Lin Xuan limb from limb and torture him to death. Only then could he wash away the humiliation he had suffered.
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