"I didn't expect even an old immortal like you to come." Seeing that Zhu Jin not only failed to die in the sky, but had instead drawn out Fen Tian, the strongest figure of the Burning Incense Pavilion, Xuan Xin immediately said with a gloomy expression.
However, although Zhu Jin did not die, at that final moment, he was caught in the proximity blast of Xuan Xin's immensely powerful strike and fared extremely poorly, with large and small bloodstains all over his body serving as ample proof of this.
"You did well. Leave the rest to me."
"Step back." Fen Tian turned his head to speak to Zhu Jin, and a trace of stern killing intent suddenly surged across his gentle expression.
"Old dog Fen Tian!"
"I remember the grudge from back then as clear as day."
"You slaughtered so many of my descendants."
"This time, let's settle the score properly!" Seeing Fen Tian appear, not only did Xuan Xin not retreat in fear, he was instead overjoyed!
Having stood in opposition to the Burning Incense Pavilion for so many years, if he did not even know about the pavilion's inherent vigilance, he would be unworthy of being a true Dou Xian expert of Xuanxin Hall.
Thus, that seemingly supreme strike of the Holy Flame Child Flame earlier was actually just a means for Xuan Xin to force Fen Tian to show himself.
Moreover, every time he thought about how this Fen Tian had ruthlessly slaughtered so much of his Xuan Ling Imperial Family's bloodline back then, his veins couldn't help bulging with rage.
"Killing my disciple was a well-deserved punishment."
"If not for the persuasion of experts from other super sects back then, your Xuan Ling Imperial Family wouldn't even exist today." Hearing this, Fen Tian flashed a trace