"Hmph, what impressive means you have, fellow Daoist. In that case, I'll attack with over a thousand treasures at once. I refuse to believe you can take them all!"
Even a clay figure had a temper. After suffering one setback after another, Hongjun was growing angry. With a sweep of his sleeve, he arrayed every Innate Spiritual Treasure he had collected over the years before him and sent them all to attack Lin Tian at once! Although most of those thousand-plus Innate Spiritual Treasures were low- or mid-grade, their combined assault would have given even an ordinary cultivator of the primordial unity realm a hard time.
For Lin Tian, however, as long as they could not break through his spatial barrier in a single strike, there was absolutely nothing to fear.
"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, these are mere trifling tricks!"
Lin Tian laughed again and cried, "Collect!"
The next instant, every one of Hongjun's spiritual treasures vanished without a trace once more, entering Lin Tian's internal space. Hongjun stared in utter bewilderment, his entire body seeming to turn to stone.
All his Spirit Treasures were gone, and he could not sense even a trace of them. Hongjun wanted to cry but had no tears. His face fell, and he wilted like a deflated balloon, muttering, "How is this possible? How could this happen?"
At that moment, not a trace remained of Hongjun's earlier high spirits. His gaze was complicated as he looked at Lin Tian and said with a bitter smile, "I lost."
Once Hongjun conceded, Lin Tian nodded. Then he shook his sleeve, and Hongjun's pile of Innate Spiritual Treasures appeared before them again.
Lin Tian smiled at Hongjun's bitter expression and consoled him. "Fellow Daoist Hongjun, it's no surprise that you lost to me. After all, a chaos great