After only a moment, Lin Xin smiled faintly and abruptly withdrew his aura.
The gap in strength between them was far too great. There was no need to fight at all. He had already gained an understanding of the level of Sword Heart experts here.
"So this is the strength of a Sword Heart expert?" He sheathed his sword and looked at He Jing, who had nearly been frightened stiff by him.
The difference in their levels and killing intent was far too vast. There was no need to fight; the other party was already on the verge of collapse.
Finding it somewhat dull, Lin Xin roughly understood the level of Sword Heart experts. They were equivalent to Qi Refiners, though slightly stronger. Of course, that was only an estimate based on aura; actual combat held too many uncontrollable variables to be measured precisely.
"Which Martial Uncle or Martial Aunt is playing a joke on us disciples in the middle of the night?" Unexpectedly, Nan Xiu Lu suddenly called out loudly.
"Martial Uncle?" Lin Xin immediately understood that she had mistaken him for some senior expert of the sword sect. Without answering, he turned around, and his figure abruptly vanished into the darkness.
"We'll leave it at that today. My apologies for the offense."
Leaving those words behind, he turned and was about to leap away.
Yet just as he stirred his spiritual energy and used his movement art, a scorching current suddenly burst forth in his heart.
The current was incomparably violent. As it surged into his heart, stifling, savage thoughts inexplicably arose in his mind.
Lin Xin was startled and hurriedly stabilized his Inner Qi, trying to leave as quickly as possible.
But the sudden current only grew greater and greater. Before long, it rivaled his own total