After sparring with Ye Sacred Body, Lin Xian immediately felt refreshed. This was what a normal smooth-sailing battle felt like!
This was Holy Master Lin's daily life. Defying the odds to slay immortals really did not suit him.
Sweep aside Ye Fan and be himself again!
As for Dao Heart, there was no need to mention such a thing. Even if he took ten thousand steps back, he had defeated Heavenly Emperor Ye. What could a mere Central Emperor amount to?
Suppressing Sacred Body Ye Fan with one hand, unrivaled throughout all ages!
"Ye is no match for Lin..."
Lin Xian stood with his hands behind his back atop Qishi Prefecture's tallest mountain, gazing over the boundless land with deep emotion. He only felt that life was lonely as snow. No predecessors before him, no successors after him—there were only two words: invincible.
Ye Fan, standing behind him, could not help rolling his eyes. Holy Master Lin truly was invincible—invincible in the sheer thickness of his skin.
An expert at the fourth step of Immortal Altar First Heaven, using Nine Secrets: Jie and entering the Eight Forbidden Realms, could even fight great figures, yet he was bullying a minor cultivator in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm.
"Sacred Son Ye, come here." Lin Xian waved his hand and smiled faintly. "Do you think you can take charge of Tianxuan?"
"Holy Master, why not make yourself clearer?" Ye Fan's face was icy, feeling that Lin Xian was playing some trick again.
"Hm?" Lin Xian narrowed his eyes and casually took out the Heritage Saint Weapon, the Astral Spirit Flask. Threads of saintly might flowed from it, enough to tear apart the void.
"I mean, Holy Master's insight is profound!" Ye Fan coughed and immediately changed his expression. A wise man did not