Qing Ling could tell that this A Sheng was absolutely no weaker than Lin Xuan.
At least for now, A Sheng's aura seemed even more terrifying than Lin Xuan's.
For a moment.
Qing Ling was also somewhat worried about Lin Xuan.
At the center of the Eighth Layer Palace, Lin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with indifference.
Opposite Lin Xuan, A Sheng stood there as well, a faint smile on his face.
It seemed that A Sheng was certain he could crush Lin Xuan with ease.
That was why his expression had remained calm and carefree from beginning to end.
White mist surged forth behind Lin Xuan once more, one stream after another.
Terrifying gray-white mist continuously gathered.
The gray-white mist did not descend toward A Sheng as soon as it formed.
Instead, it kept spreading toward A Sheng from beneath Lin Xuan's feet.
"Although your gray-white mist looks terrifying, it's still far inferior to mine."
"My power isn't weaker than yours. Although your gray-white mist was able to injure Lan Wu and force the Death God into a desperate state, it can't possibly hurt me."
Confidence filled A Sheng's voice, as if he had never taken Lin Xuan's gray-white mist seriously.
Lin Xuan let out a cold laugh.
A terrifying aura began to gather around Lin Xuan.
Immediately afterward.
That terrifying aura merged into the gray-white mist, making it even more bizarre than before.
"Hm?"
A Sheng noticed the abnormality in the gray-white mist at once.
He frowned and looked toward it.
But just as A Sheng furrowed his brows, the gray-white mist abruptly charged toward him.
The gray-white mist moved incredibly fast, reaching A Sheng in the blink of an eye.
From the golden sun behind A Sheng, golden radiance descended once