He casually tossed the empty flask onto the cotton-soft cloud beach at his feet with a muffled thud.
"Interesting."
He slowly raised the two swords in his hands and turned his wrists, their tips cutting through the air with two shrill whistles.
The alcohol, along with the lingering thrill of his fight with Golden Lion, set his blood boiling again.
Wild Instinct pulsed wildly, warning him that the coming attacks would be dense.
But Lin Xuan had no intention of dodging.
He had just acquired this monstrous physique. Wouldn't it be a waste not to test how much punishment it could take?
"Then go ahead. Let's see if you can make me move a single step." Lin Xuan's voice was quiet, but every word carried clearly across.
A vicious gleam flashed in Wyper's eyes. His finger settled on the Burn Bazooka's trigger as blue flames gathered at its muzzle.
"Stop!"
An aged yet commanding shout rang out from high above.
Immediately afterward, a pink blur swooped down with a piercing bird cry. It was a strange-looking winged horse.
On its back sat an old man in Silver Armor with a long white beard, holding a Lance. He forced his way between Lin Xuan and the Shandia.
"This is God's domain! Who gave you permission to fight here?"
The old man's voice carried the authority of a ruler, but also a trace of worry that the situation was slipping out of control.
Wyper did not lower his Burn Bazooka. He stared at the old man who had descended from the sky, his hatred even stronger than when he faced Lin Xuan, and ground a name out through clenched teeth:
"Gan Fall... You false god. Have you come to seize this heaven-sent land too?"
The third party's arrival did nothing to ease