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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千二百九十八章 不战而逃

And so, while the two Separation and Union realm cultivators were engaged in combat, Lin Xuan and Shi Zheng also began their battle.

Enemies meeting, they see red.

After all, how many resentments could compare to losing one's wife?

Shi Zheng's face was filled with venomous looks, wishing to devour and tear Lin Xuan alive. Of course, whether or not he could actually do so was another matter entirely.

Behind him stood seven Transmutation Realm beasts, each towering and grotesque in appearance.

In the cultivation world, there was no such thing as fair combat; at this moment, they naturally focused on group fighting.

Facing these monsters, Lin Xuan showed no fear. A few Transmutation Realm beasts were nothing to him with his current power; even without using a divine treasure, he could easily exterminate them in an instant.

The true enemy was the Heavenly Master, and Lin Xuan did not wish to waste precious time on this matter.

These enemies before him were mere puppets.

Of course, Shi Zheng himself would never see it that way. As the Young Master of Lionheart Valley, this young man had long been accustomed to arrogance.

Even if there were some powerful treasures in Lin Xuan's hands, with his large numbers, he could easily offset any advantages.

A look of fierce intent flashed across Shi Zheng’s eyes as he activated his Spirit Platform.

Roar!

The deafening roar entered their ears. Countless Third Stage beasts, with claws and fangs bared, rushed towards them from all sides.

Anger aside, this little lion was also quite cunning. He knew that Lin Xuan's abilities were formidable, likely surpassing his own, so he did not want to be the first to engage in battle but instead had his subordinates expend their power first.

His plan was good, but Lin Xuan’s face was full of derision. Pretending to be something he wasn't before him could only result in humiliation.

With hundreds of Third Stage beasts, the scene was no small matter. But with a flick of his right hand, countless five-colored sword lights emerged from his sleeves like fish swimming out.

They grew as they met the wind, reaching three feet long almost instantly.

"Quickly!"

Lin Xuan pointed at them with one finger, and immediately, piercing sounds filled their ears. The sword lights surged like a storm, stabbing towards the beasts rushing in from all directions.

"Bad luck!"

Shi Zheng's gaze swept over the sword lights, his face suddenly showing extreme shock. This boy could match an Initial Stage cultivator’s strike without using any treasures?

How was that possible?

Even advanced cultivators should not have such profound power by rights.

Had he underestimated this hateful little boy?

Thoughts raced through his mind, but at this moment, he had no time to delve deeper into it.

A single sword light did not matter to Shi Zheng. Two did not concern him either. As a late-stage Transmutation Realm beast, even several dozen sword lights could be easily deflected by Shi Zheng. But now, the attacks came like raindrops. While taking them might not be a problem, it would consume too much power. Green light flashed in Shi Zheng’s eyes as his figure vanished from sight. Of course, this was not instantaneous teleportation; it was merely the compression technique that high-ranking cultivators could master. The sword lights were slower than real weapons, and most of those dozen sword lights landed on empty space.

But other beasts did not have such luck.

Screams and roars echoed in succession as a red hue spread over several miles. A pungent smell of blood permeated the air. Not only the Third Stage low-grade beasts but also the seven Transmutation Realm cultivators were now in dire straits, using their abilities or treasures to desperately fend off those five-colored sword lights.

Though the process seemed complex, it was merely a blink of an eye. In just a few breaths, hundreds of beasts had their souls returned to the underworld. The late-stage Transmutation Realm cultivators did not perish but were still terrified by the experience.

An expert's first move reveals his true skill; this old saying applies equally in the cultivation world. Even after just one round, Shi Zheng knew that the other’s strength was so extraordinary that it could not be matched by peers of the same rank.

Though he still harbored hatred for Lin Xuan, he no longer had thecourage to seek revenge on him.

After all, his life was most important.

Frightened by softness and intimidated by evil, Shi Zheng had already retreated without formal engagement. Wrapped in a cloud of beast energy, he flew towards his father.

Even with his deep-seated composure, Lin Xuan could not help feeling shocked. He remembered that Sister Ruyan once said that even among Separation and Union realm existences, the Heavenly Willow Immortal was known for his bravery. How useless this son is; is he still a lion or more like a mouse?

Amused and surprised, but regardless of how bold or timid Shi Zheng was, Lin Xuan would not let him escape.

Otherwise, when two lions joined forces, it would take even more effort to eliminate him.

With that thought in mind, Lin Xuan slapped his waist. The Green Fire Sword appeared before him, and with a fierce light, he stabbed at the opponent.

Shi Zheng's expression changed dramatically.

Though he was cowardly towards the weak, as a late-stage Transmutation Realm beast, Shi Zheng had keen eyesight. In an instant, he saw the terrifying nature of the Green Fire.

A flash of movement, he vanished again from sight without a trace—another use of compression technique.

But this time, his trick did not work. The speed of the Green Fire was several times faster than the sword lights. Only blinding light could be seen as the sword approached him within ten to twelve feet.

Shi Zheng’s mind raced as he consecutively activated seven treasures from his storage bag.

The treasures transformed into colorful shockwaves, blocking the Green Fire.

Unfortunately, it was useless. Among Lin Xuan's many treasures, only a divine treasure could match the sharpness of the Green Fire.

Lin Xuan roared loudly, and the green light on the surface of the sword grew even more startling.

Crackling sounds filled their ears as those treasures were sliced in half.

Shi Zheng’s face lost all color.

On the other side, Heavenly Lion Immortal was equally enraged. Although he vaguely sensed that Lin Xuan was extraordinary, he never imagined that he could match him.

In just one exchange, his beloved son had been forced into a life-or-death situation.

As a father, he had no reason to ignore his own flesh and blood. With a loud roar, he charged towards them.

But the scent of fragrant wind brought Sister Ruyan back into view.

"Move aside!"

The Lion King roared in shock, red primordial energy gathering midair as a terrifying lion with limbs over twenty feet long appeared.

With powerful strides, it lunged at Sister Ruyan.

"This path is blocked!"

Sister Ruyan’s cold voice echoed. Her beautiful face showed no fear as she waved her hand, creating a hundred-foot-wide vortex in the sea.

The water churned, and from the vortex emerged a fearsome-looking dragon.

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