Inside the great hall, the white vapor scorched and dispersed, turning into fine dust that settled on the floor.
Xu Xuan turned to look at the newcomer. He was not an inheritor of the Mysterious Pivot Dao lineage obtained in the Law-Observing Hall, but someone from another faction. Somehow, he had managed to enter this place.
The man had bright eyes and a dignified bearing, with an air of transcendence about him. Yet a mass of yin energy lingered between his brows, making him unpleasant to behold. Yin fire burned slowly around him; a single glance left Xu Xuan feeling as though his internal organs were scorching.
Someone from the Dust-Sweeping Sect.
Recalling the information he had obtained from Dao Yan, Xu Xuan immediately understood the man's origins. His heart sank, and he looked over coldly.
So this is the lineage.
Murderous intent instantly rose in his heart. His draconic nature stirred, fury blazing, and he almost attacked outright. Clear energy circulated through his body, gradually dissolving those emotions and settling his mind.
A chill of horror arose within him. Had those emotions just now also been controlled by someone else?
Xu Xuan calmed himself and released his aura, subtly confronting the man before him. The man looked over and chuckled.
"So you are Dragon Prince Youdu. I am An Xianhui. I will be taking these two Dharma Swords. You should look elsewhere, fellow Daoist."
He made no mention of his background. Though his words were amiable, they carried a lofty air of contempt.
"I am rather fond of them myself. Why don't you leave, fellow Daoist, and spare us a clash?"
Xu Xuan's expression remained as still as an ancient well. He looked at the man, his ink-gray dragon scales gleaming and thunder coiling around his jade horns, standing