At that moment, Lin Taichu only felt his body suspended in midair, as if he were amid the clouds, drifting forward at meteor-like speed.
Lin Taichu frowned slightly. This illusion could actually affect his mind, which was rather troublesome. Yet it also strengthened his resolve to leave the illusion. If he could not even endure an illusion, how could he speak of defeating those people?
Soon, Lin Taichu's body jolted violently. He opened his eyes, a sharp, icy gleam flashing within them.
He suddenly took a step forward. In an instant, his entire body erupted with incomparably dazzling golden radiance, as though he had donned a suit of golden battle armor. His aura was wild and unrestrained, like an unrivaled war god descending upon the world.
Lin Taichu's eyes brimmed with towering battle intent. He reached out and grabbed at the void, and a treasured sword radiating boundless sword might appeared in his hand. Lightning coiled around the blade, which shone brilliantly and was incomparably sharp.
This treasured sword was called immortal slayer. It had once been the sword of a Saint and was an inheritance left behind after an unparalleled swordsman fell. It had remained sealed within an Ice Coffin until it was gradually unsealed in recent years.
Not long after Lin Taichu obtained immortal slayer, he had been sent here to train. He vaguely understood that this sword was fated to be with him. Otherwise, he would not have mastered it in merely a few months.
Moreover, there was another trial here: he had to challenge Huan Ling.
Therefore, Lin Taichu did not hesitate in the slightest. His body transformed into a Golden Sword Light and shot out, arriving before the old woman in the blink of an eye.
The old woman raised her head and looked at