The Sword Intent within the hall remained sharp, densely covering an area of two hundred feet.
Some people almost thought that the Sword Intent of the small sword had disappeared, and subconsciously reached out to probe it, but after walking two hundred feet, they were suddenly injured by the Sword Intent. Only when they saw the slight redness on the back of their hands did they realize what was happening.
The Sword Intent remains.
However, to the man in white, the Sword Intent was nothing at all.
At this moment, everyone's gaze was almost entirely fixed on Lin Xuan, unable to make any other reaction.
At this moment, Lin Xuan had already entered a distance of sixty zhang, leaving Mo Hui far behind.
Yu Wei's expression twisted in horror.
His face turned pale and then flushed, and he didn't even dare to look at the other people around him, especially the eyes of those from the Moon Eve Alliance.
Anyone could walk sixty feet, but this person was Lin Xuan.
How could Yu Wei and the others accept this?
They're not even accepting it; they're absolutely miserable right now!
Lin Xuan, whom he had always looked down upon, was able to leave him and Mo Hui, who admired him and regarded him as a role model, far behind and trample them underfoot.
Even though no one was paying attention to him now, Yu Wei still felt mentally broken and couldn't accept it. Moreover, he had lost all face.
Mo Hui stared at the figure in shock.
The badge on the white-clad man's chest lingered in his mind's eye, making him both unable to believe his eyes and yet forced to accept it.
The prodigies of the Primordial Holy Heaven...
Before this, almost no one, including the geniuses of the Primordial Holy Heaven, whether it was him or the other geniuses of the Holy Heaven, took them seriously.
They're not even at the Thearch Realm, what's there to care about?
Even the leader, Wan Renshan, was no different from an ant in their eyes.
The Thearch Realm and Thearch Realm below it are not just two realms, but two different levels of life.
You'll never know how different the power of the Thearch Realm truly is until you reach Thearch Realm.
But Lin Xuan didn't care whether they were shocked or not.
He observed the small sword above with great interest, watching the spiritual light flicker on the broken hilt and the increasingly approaching, almost tangible, Sword Intent.
But his steps did not stop.
For him, these sixty zhang were far from the end.
There wasn't even the slightest pressure.
Fifty zhang (approximately 33 meters) was as flat as flat ground beneath his feet.
The distance of forty zhang was generally the same, with no obstacles whatsoever.
Even though the pressure from the small sword was now almost tangible, and the sword pressure was like thousands of tiny but sharp knives cutting into every inch of Lin Xuan's skin, he remained unmoved and indifferent.
Even at the terrifying distance of forty zhang, the increasingly intense sword pressure had no effect on Lin Xuan whatsoever.
Upon seeing this, everyone gasped in surprise.
"What kind of monster is this person?!"
"Abnormal!"
"This is just too monstrous!"
They originally thought that sixty zhang was the limit for the geniuses present, but unexpectedly, someone was able to break through sixty zhang and directly approach the range of forty zhang!
Everyone was on tenterhooks, sweating profusely as they watched Lin Xuan walk forward, their hearts pounding with anxiety.
There is anticipation again. With such a powerful prodigy emerging from the Human Race, Human Race has hope.
Another wave of frustration washed over me. This person was actually from the Primordial Holy Heaven, not from our side. It was truly a cause for regret!
Fortunately, during their agonizing internal struggle, Lin Xuan stopped within a forty-zhang radius and remained motionless.
This relieved the others, who thought Lin Xuan had reached his limit.
In reality, Lin Xuan did not move not because he was exhausted, but because at forty feet, he could increasingly clearly perceive the Sword Intent emanating from the small sword.
Upon sensing that Sword Intent, Lin Xuan couldn't help but immerse himself in it, experiencing a passive enlightenment and freezing in place to comprehend its profound meaning.
The Xiaolu on his shoulder was completely unaffected.
Xuan Bing was so small that it was almost overlooked. Those who saw it only thought that Lin Xuan was using Sword Intent to fight against Sword Intent, and that the Xiaolu on Lin Xuan's shoulder was enveloped in it and brought along with him.
That's not actually the case.
The Holy Spirit is mysterious in every way.
The Immortal Spirit, in particular, remained aloof and unaffected.
Xuan Bing was born with a deep understanding of the Great Dao. He only needed to keep eating to steadily improve his cultivation level, without needing to comprehend the Great Dao at all.
She neither comprehends the Great Dao nor has any influence over them.
This is the Immortal Spirit.
Immortal Spirit, more precious than the Holy Spirit.
Just then, Xuan Bing, who was drowsy with her four little hooves dangling, suddenly frowned and sniffed.
"Strange... why does it smell a little bad?"
A prodigy!
A prodigy of the Human Race!
Moreover, this was a Human Race had already entered a meditative state and was unable to offer any resistance!
The Soul-Devouring Demon-Refining Flower, hidden underground, opened its eyes on its beautiful face, its gaze towards Lin Xuan filled with endless strangeness and fervor.
This small sword, which everyone regards as a treasure and is currently studying, was obtained by chance. However, since it is a demon, it cannot comprehend its True Intention, nor can it use it. In fact, it would even be injured by it. Therefore, it can only be temporarily stored in this palace.
Centuries ago, it discovered that this small sword was a tempting lure for Human Race cultivators.
Whenever it releases a small sword, countless Human Race cultivators flock to it, their hearts swayed by its allure, and one after another they are devoured by it.
However, Human Race cultivator has ever been able to step within forty feet of the Sword Intent's range on any given occasion!
Even it, unwilling to let Human Race benefit from it, suffered considerable injuries and only managed to obtain the small sword by taking advantage of this great hall.
But this person in front of me has actually managed to do this!
He must be a prodigy of the Human Race, and not just any ordinary prodigy!
In a short time, the Soul-Devouring Demon-Refining Flower had figured everything out, and its eyes were filled with endless greed as it looked at Lin Xuan.
A thought arose in its mind.
Once it starts, it can never be extinguished.
It is thinking.
If I could devour such a prodigy of the Human Race...
Regardless of whether it will still feel hungry, perhaps, perhaps, the bloodline of Human Race, along with its natural talent, can lend it a helping hand and allow it to advance its cultivation level ahead of schedule!!
That was a promotion it had been longing for for so long!
Devouring just this one person is worth more than a thousand!
When this idea popped into the mind of the Soul-Devouring Demon-Refining Flower, it was overjoyed and couldn't resist its greed, so it unhesitatingly extended its fangs.
It didn't take the cultivators present seriously at all. The strongest among them was only slightly above the Thearch Realm, not even enough to give it a bite. They were not worth mentioning.
The only creature it still considered worthy of its attention was trapped in a meditative state, utterly powerless to retaliate.
What better time to strike than this?