yī shí jiān gǔ zào shēng sì qǐ ， nà tiān mán qī yǒu de liǎn shàng ， wú bù lù kuàng chū fèn mèn zhī sè ， ruò fēi lín xuān běn shēn ， nǎi shì lí hé qī de xiū xiān zhě ， tā men kěn dìng yǐ qǔ chū bǎo wù ， xiān jiāng qí hōng shā le zài shuō 。
一时间鼓噪声四起，那天蛮七友的脸上，无不露卝出愤懑之色，若非林轩本身，乃是离合期的修仙者，他们肯定已取出宝物，先将其轰杀了再说。
The room echoed with the sounds of gongs and drums as the faces of the Seven Barbarian Companions revealed a look of indignation. If not for Lin Xuan himself, who was at the Separation Stage, they would have already taken out their treasures to kill him first.
“ ē mí tuó fó 。, nà zhǎng méi lǎo sēng de liǎn shàng lù kuàng chū yī sī jī cháo zhī sè ：“ dào yǒu zhè me shuō ， bù jué dé zì jǐ tài guò kuáng kuàng wàng le ？,
“阿弥陀佛。,那长眉老僧的脸上露卝出一丝讥嘲之色：“道友这么说，不觉得自己太过狂卝妄了？,
"Namaste," said the old monk with a hint of mockery on his face. "If you say this, don't you think you're being overly arrogant?"
lǎo hé shàng yǐ jīng yòng shén shí zài fù jìn sǎo guò ， fāng yuán qiān lǐ ， dōu méi yǒu bié de xiū xiān zhě ， huàn jù huà shuō ， lín xuān nǎi shì gū jiā guǎ rén yí gè 。
老和尚已经用神识在附近扫过，方圆千里，都没有别的修仙者，换句话说，林轩乃是孤家寡人一个。
The old monk had already used his divine sense to scan the area; within a thousand miles, there were no other cultivators present. In other words, Lin Xuan was alone.
yǐ yī dí qī ， zhè dǎn zi suàn shì gòu féi dì 。
以一敌七，这胆子算是够肥地。
Facing seven opponents, he had guts indeed.
lín xuān tàn le kǒu qì ：“ zài xià hǎo yán hǎo yǔ ， zhǐ shì bù xiǎng yǔ zhū wèi dào yǒu chōng kuàng tū ， dà jiā jì rán zhí kuàng mí kuàng bù kuàng wù ， nà lín mǒu zhǐ yǒu dé zuì le 。,
林轩叹了口气：“在下好言好语，只是不想与诸位道友冲卝突，大家既然执卝迷卝不卝悟，那林某只有得罪了。,
Lin Xuan sighed and said, "I speak kindly, just not wanting to clash with all of you. Since everyone is obstinate, I can only offend."
huà yīn wèi luò ， tā xiù páo yī fú ， shù shí dào jiàn guāng yú yóu ér chū ， yíng fēng jiù zhǎng ， zhuǎn yǎn jiān ， jiù yǒu shù chǐ zhǎng ， rú jí fēng zhòu yǔ ， xiàng zhe duì fāng kuáng cì ér qù 。
话音未落，他袖袍一拂，数十道剑光鱼游而出，迎风就涨，转眼间，就有数尺长，如疾风骤雨，向着对方狂刺而去。
Before the words left his mouth, his sleeves fluttered, releasing several dozen sword lights that swam through the air, growing in size as they approached, turning into several feet long and striking like a storm towards them.
tiān mán qī yǒu wú bù dà nù ， duì fāng wèi miǎn yě tài xiāo zhāng le 。
天蛮七友无不大怒，对方未免也太嚣张了。
The Seven Barbarian Companions were greatly angered. The other party was too presumptuous.
mò fēi nǎo zi huài diào le 。
莫非脑子坏掉了。
Had their brains gone bad?
méi kàn jiàn zì jǐ zhè biān yě yǒu yí gè lí hé 。
没看见自己这边也有一个离合。
Didn't they see there was another Separation Stage cultivator here?
yǐ yī dí qī ， tā nán dào rèn wéi zì jǐ huì yǒu shèng de jī lǜ ？
以一敌七，他难道认为自己会有胜的几率？
Facing seven opponents, did he really think he had any chance of winning?
yī shí jiān ， hē mà shēng sì qǐ ， nà jǐ míng yuán yīng qī xiū xiān zhě ， fēn bié qǔ chū fáng yù shǔ xìng de bǎo wù ， bù guǎn rú hé ， shí fāng de xiū wèi yě bǐ zì jǐ gāo dé duō ， xiān chēng guò zhè yī bō gōng jī zài shuō 。
一时间，喝骂声四起，那几名元婴期修仙者，分别取出防御属性的宝物，不管如何，时方的修为也比自己高得多，先撑过这一波攻击再说。
Instantly, shouts and curses filled the air as the several Core Formation Stage cultivators took out defensive treasures. Regardless, Shí Fāng's cultivation was much higher than theirs, so they would just have to withstand this round of attacks.
dùn shí ， jīng máng dà qǐ ， gè zhǒng wǔ yán liù sè de hù zhào yǔ dùn pái chū xiàn zài shì xiàn lǐ 。
顿时，精芒大起，各种五颜六色的护罩与盾牌出现在视线里。
Suddenly, brilliant light shone, various colorful shields and barriers appearing in their line of sight.
“ táng kuàng bì kuàng dǎng kuàng chē ！,
“螳卝臂卝挡卝车！,
"A fly trying to stop a cart!"
lín xuān zuǐ jiǎo biān lù kuàng chū yī sī jī cháo zhī sè ， nà xiē jiàn máng ， shùn jiān yǐ lái dào le qī rén de shēn cè 。
林轩嘴角边露卝出一丝讥嘲之色，那些剑芒，瞬间已来到了七人的身侧。
Lin Xuan's lips curled into a sneer. The sword beams had already reached the seven people's sides.
“ chī chī , de pò kōng shēng chuán rù ěr duǒ , jǐ rén shēn shàng de bǎo wù hé hù zhào rú tóng zhǐ hú ， bèi jiàn guāng qīng yì de dòng chuān ér guò 。
“嗤嗤,的破空声传入耳朵,几人身上的宝物和护罩如同纸糊，被剑光轻易的洞穿而过。
"Ssssh," the piercing sounds of the air filled his ears as the treasures and barriers on their bodies were easily pierced through by the sword light.
zhì yú hù tǐ gāng qì ， gèng shì sī háo zuò yòng méi yǒu ， xiān xuè bèng jiàn ér chū ， měi gè rén de shēn shàng ， dōu bèi cì chū le qī 、 bā gè xuè dòng 。
至于护体罡气，更是丝毫作用没有，鲜血迸溅而出，每个人的身上，都被刺出了七、八个血洞。
As for their protective qi, it was completely ineffective; blood splattered from each person, with seven or eight bloody holes appearing on them.
bù guò bìng wú yī rén yǔn luò ， lín xuān bù xiǎng làn shā wú gū ， xiū xiān bù yì ， zhè jǐ gè rén ， jǐn jǐn shì zàn shí shī qù le xíng dòng de néng lì 。
不过并无一人陨落，林轩不想滥杀无辜，修仙不易，这几个人，仅仅是暂时失去了行动的能力。
However, no one died. Lin Xuan did not want to kill innocents; cultivation was hard work, so these few people merely temporarily lost their ability to move.
wéi yǒu lǎo hé shàng xiù páo yī fú ， yī bǐng chán zhàng fēi lüè ér chū ， kuàng lì zhù kuàng rù ， piàn piàn zhàng yǐng níng zhòng rú shān ， yǔ jiàn guāng jī zhuàng zài yì qǐ ， liǎng zhě tóng shí huà wèi le xū wú 。
唯有老和尚袖袍一拂，一柄禅杖飞掠而出，卝力注卝入，片片杖影凝重如山，与剑光激撞在一起，两者同时化为了虚无。
Only the old monk's sleeves fluttered, and a staff flew out, pouring in force as dense shadows like mountains clashed with the sword light, both turning into nothingness simultaneously.
kàn shì bù fēn shèng fù ， rán ér lǎo sēng de biǎo qíng què quán biàn le 。
看似不分胜负，然而老僧的表情却全变了。
It seemed like they were evenly matched, but the old monk's expression had completely changed. After all, he was using his life-bound treasure while the other party merely released several sword qi casually; did they really think this was possible? Even a Separation Stage cultivator would not have such strength.
bì jìng tā shǐ yòng de shì běn mìng bǎo wù ， duì fāng què shì suí shǒu jǐ dào jiàn qì fàng chū ， yǒu méi yǒu gǎo cuò ， jiù suàn shì lí hé hòu qī de xiū xiān zhě ， yě yī yàng shì méi yǒu zhè yàng shí lì de 。
毕竟他使用的是本命宝物，对方却是随手几道剑气放出，有没有搞错，就算是离合后期的修仙者，也一样是没有这样实力的。
Both surprised and angry, the old monk roared, crossing his hands in front of his chest as a ball of scorching white flames appeared. The temperature around him dropped sharply.
yòu jīng yòu nù ， lǎo hé shàng yī shēng dà hǒu ， shuāng shǒu kuàng jiāo dié ， píng jǔ yú xiōng kǒu ， yī tuán zhì bái sè de huǒ yàn fú xiàn ér chū ， zhōu wéi de qì wēn xùn sù jiàng dī 。
又惊又怒，老和尚一声大吼，双手卝交叠，平举于胸口，一团炙白色的火焰浮现而出，周围的气温迅速降低。
"Is that寒属性魔火?" Lin Xuan's face showed surprise.
“ hán shǔ xìng de mó huǒ ？, lín xuān liǎn shàng lù kuàng chū yì wài zhī sè 。
“寒属性的魔火？,林轩脸上露卝出意外之色。
"Yes, let you see the old monk's Frost Dragon Flame," said the old monk with a loud shout.
“ bù cuò ， jiù ràng nǐ jiàn shí yī xià lǎo nà de hán jiāo lí huǒ 。,
“不错，就让你见识一下老衲的寒蛟离火。,
The flame suddenly grew in size and then flashed as a ten-foot-long fire dragon appeared, its entire body snow white. The terrifying coldness seemed to freeze space itself.
lǎo hé shàng yī shēng dà hē ， nà huǒ yàn jìng xióng xióng bào kuàng zhǎng qǐ lái le ， suí hòu yī shǎn ， yī tiáo zhàng xǔ zhǎng de huǒ jiāo fú xiàn ， tōng tǐ xuě bái ， kě pà de hán qì fǎng fú néng gòu dòng jié kōng jiān 。
老和尚一声大喝，那火焰竟熊熊暴卝涨起来了，随后一闪，一条丈许长的火蛟浮现，通体雪白，可怕的寒气仿佛能够冻结空间。
This secret technique took him two hundred years of seclusion to finally master. Even if the other party was at the Separation Stage, he still had confidence that they could be evenly matched.
zhè xiàng mì shù ， shì tā bì guān liǎng bǎi nián hǎo bù róng yì cái xiū kuàng liàn yǒu chéng de , jiù suàn duì fāng shì lí hé zhōng qī de xiū xiān zhě ， tā yě yǒu bǎ wò néng gòu píng fēn qiū sè 。
这项秘术，是他闭关两百年好不容易才修卝炼有成的,就算对方是离合中期的修仙者，他也有把握能够平分秋色。
Lin Xuan's expression first showed some surprise before a light laugh escaped his lips; this really was showing off in front of a master carpenter. This Frost Flame Secret Technique, wasn't it just asking for death?
lín xuān de biǎo qíng xiān shì yǒu xiē cuò è ， suí hòu què qīng xiào qǐ lái le ， zhè hái zhēn shì bān mén nòng fǔ ， jiǎn zhí gēn guān gōng mén qián shuǎ dà dāo sī háo qū bié ， hán yán mì shù ， zhè bú shì zhǎo sǐ me ？
林轩的表情先是有些错愕，随后却轻笑起来了，这还真是班门弄斧，简直跟关公门前耍大刀丝毫区别，寒炎秘术，这不是找死么？
He flicked his wrist, and three-colored flames appeared in his palm.
shǒu wàn fān zhuǎn , lín xuān zhǎng xīn zhī jiān ， fú xiàn chū yī dào sān sè de huǒ yàn 。
手腕翻转,林轩掌心之间，浮现出一道三色的火焰。
Spinning like a baby bird hatching, a one-foot-long phoenix flew out to meet the dragon.
dī liū liū yī zhuǎn , rú yòu niǎo chū ké ， yī zhī chǐ xǔ zhǎng de fèng huáng cóng lǐ miàn fēi lüè ér chū ， yíng xiàng le jiāo lóng 。
滴溜溜一转,如幼鸟出壳，一只尺许长的凤凰从里面飞掠而出，迎向了蛟龙。
Though smaller in size, the dragon showed signs of fear. Lin Xuan's expression changed; could this Buddhist fire already be sentient?
cóng tǐ jī lái shuō ， fèng huáng yào xiǎo dé duō ， rán ér nà jiāo lóng què lù kuàng chū le wèi jù zhī sè ， lín xuān shén sè yī dòng , mò fēi cǐ fú huǒ ， yǐ rán tōng líng le me ？
从体积来说，凤凰要小得多，然而那蛟龙却露卝出了畏惧之色，林轩神色一动,莫非此佛火，已然通灵了么？
This was not something to overlook.
zhè dǎo shì bù kě fàng guò 。
这倒是不可放过。
"Quickly!"
“ jí ！,
“疾！,
Lin Xuan pointed his finger forward, and the phoenix opened its mouth, emitting a clear cry as light flashed from its beak.
lín xuān yī zhǐ xiàng zhe qián fāng diǎn qù ， fèng huáng zhāng kuàng kāi kǒu ， qīng míng shēng chuán chū ， yǔ zhī bàn suí de shì guāng xiá yī shǎn ， cóng xī zuǐ lǐ pēn tǔ chū lái 。
林轩一指向着前方点去，凤凰张卝开口，清鸣声传出，与之伴随的是光霞一闪，从牺嘴里喷吐出来。
Wrapping around the dragon, it immediately shrunk in size before the dragon's original ten-foot length reduced to just an inch within moments, looking like a small worm.
rào zhe jiāo lóng yī guǒ ， nà jiāo lóng dùn shí bèi juǎn zài le qí zhōng ， tǐ jī yǐ ròu kuàng yǎn kě jiàn de sù dù ， xùn sù suō xiǎo le 。
绕着蛟龙一裹，那蛟龙顿时被卷在了其中，体积以肉卝眼可见的速度，迅速缩小了。
Then, the phoenix pounced with its beak, lifting its head and swallowing the dragon into its belly.
yuán běn yǒu zhàng xǔ ， bù guò jǐ móu hū xī ， jiù jǐn shèng xià le yī cùn yú 。
原本有丈许，不过几牟呼吸，就仅剩下了一寸余。
"My Frost Dragon Flame."
kàn shàng qù yǔ yī tiáo xiǎo máo chóng chà bu duō 。
看上去与一条小毛虫差不多。
The old monk was shocked, his eyes red. This was a secret technique he had struggled for years to master, hoping to gain fame through it. But now, after just one use, it was destroyed by Lin Xuan.
suí hòu fèng huáng pū shàng qù yòng zuǐ yī zhuó ， yī yǎng tóu ， jiāng qí tūn luò rù fù 。
随后凤凰扑上去用嘴一啄，一仰头，将其吞落入腹。
His efforts were in vain. Though at the Separation Stage, the old monk could not accept this for a moment and rushed forward with his fingers like claws, ready to fight Lin Xuan to the death.
“ wǒ de hán jiāo lí huǒ 。,
“我的寒蛟离火。,
"Do you really want to die?"
lǎo hé shàng dà jīng shī sè ， yǎn jīng dōu hóng le ， zhè kě shì tā lóu jǐn qiān xīn wàn kǔ ， hǎo bù róng yì cái xiū kuàng liàn chéng de mì shù ， yuán běn hái xiǎng yào zhàng zhe cǐ shén tōng ， chuǎng chū ruò dà de míng tóu ， méi xiǎng dào cái dì yī cì chū shǒu ， jiù huǐ zài le lín xuān de shǒu zhōng 。
老和尚大惊失色，眼睛都红了，这可是他娄尽千辛万苦，好不容易才修卝炼成的秘术，原本还想要仗着此神通，闯出偌大的名头，没想到才第一次出手，就毁在了林轩的手中。
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow and said coldly.
xīn xuè fù zhū dōng liú , suī shì lí hé qī xiū xiān zhě ， lǎo hé shàng yī shí zhī jiān ， yě bù néng jiē shòu ， shí zhǐ rú gōu ， chōng shàng qù ， yǔ lín xuān pīn mìng le 。
心血付诸东流,虽是离合期修仙者，老和尚一时之间，也不能接受，十指如钩，冲上去，与林轩拼命了。
"You rogue, you destroyed my secret technique; I have a grudge against you that cannot be shared," the old monk said as he wildly waved his sleeves, producing several more treasures—a hook, a sword, and a wooden fish-shaped one.
“ dào yǒu zhēn de xiǎng sǐ me ？,
“道友真的想死么？,
Lin Xuan sighed. Originally, he did not want to start a massacre but just wanted to show his strength so they would retreat. But now, this original plan was hard to achieve.
lín xuān méi tóu yī tiāo , lěng lěng de shuō 。
林轩眉头一挑,冷冷的说。
This old monk hated him to the bone; if he let him go, the other party would never rest until they got their revenge.
“ zéi zi ， nǐ huǐ wǒ mì shù ， lǎo nà yǔ nǐ ， yǒu bù gòng dài tiān zhī chóu 。,
“贼子，你毁我秘术，老衲与你，有不共戴天之仇。,
Innumerable troubles.
lǎo hé shàng yī biān shuō ， yī biān xiù páo kuáng wǔ ， yòu jì chū jǐ yàng bǎo wù ， fēn bié shì yī gōu ， yī jiàn ， hái yǒu yī mù yú xíng zhuàng de bǎo 。
老和尚一边说，一边袖袍狂舞，又祭出几样宝物，分别是一钩，一剑，还有一木鱼形状的宝。
As the saying goes, fear not thieves stealing, but thieves thinking about it.
lín xuān tàn le kǒu qì ， yuán běn tā zhēn bù xiǎng dà kāi shā jiè dì ， zhǐ xiǎng zhǎn shì shí lì ， ràng duì fāng zhī nán ér tuì ， kě shì qíng dào le zhè yī bù ， yuán xiān de yù xiǎng shì hěn nán dá chéng le 。
林轩叹了口气，原本他真不想大开杀戒地，只想展示实力，让对方知难而退，可事情到了这一步，原先的预想是很难达成了。
Given Lin Xuan's nature, how could he possibly do something as foolish as letting a tiger back into the forest?
zhè lǎo hé shàng hèn zì jǐ rù gǔ ， rú guǒ jiāng qí fàng guò ， duì fāng jué bú huì shàn bà gān xiū dì 。
这老和尚恨自己入骨，如果将其放过，对方绝不会善罢甘休地。
"This is your doing."
hòu huàn wú qióng 。
后患无穷。
The killing intent flashed across his face. Lin Xuan stretched out his hand and patted his waist, revealing a dark black gourd in front of him.
sú huà shuō ， bù pà zéi tōu ， jiù pà zéi diàn jì 。
俗话说，不怕贼偷，就怕贼惦记。
Shimmering!
yǐ lín xuān de xìng gé ， yòu zěn me kě néng zuò chū fàng hǔ guī shān de shǎ shì lái ne 。
以林轩的性格，又怎么可能做出放虎归山的傻事来呢。
Lin Xuan cast a spell on it.
“ zhè shì nǐ bī lín mǒu 。,
“这是你逼林某。,
Wu...
liǎn shàng de shā qì yī shǎn ér guò ， lín xuān shēn chū shǒu lái ， zài yāo jiān yī pāi ， yī yǒu kuàng hēi de hú lú fú xiàn yú xiōng qián 。
脸上的杀气一闪而过，林轩伸出手来，在腰间一拍，一黝卝黑的葫芦浮现于胸前。
A buzzing sound filled his ears as the gourd suddenly grew in size, quickly reaching several feet long and floating above his chest. Countless heaven-thunder sand spewed out from within, rushing towards the old monk.
líng guāng shǎn shǎn ！
灵光闪闪！
The other party was greatly alarmed and hurriedly reached out to retrieve their treasures before him. Though angry, he still had some eyesight as a Separation Stage cultivator; he saw the extraordinary nature of the heaven-thunder sand.
lín xuān yī dào jué dǎ zài shàng miàn 。
林轩一道诀打在上面。
But Lin Xuan ignored all this. He manipulated the heaven-thunder sand like waves pressing down. The old monk's expression turned fierce, and his treasures shone brightly as they swept forward to clear a path.
wēng míng shēng chuán rù ěr duǒ ， nà hú lú zhòu rán bào kuàng zhǎng qǐ lái le ， hěn kuài jiù yǒu shù chǐ zhǎng ， xuán fú zài xiōng kǒu ， wú shù tiān léi shā cóng lǐ miàn pēn kuàng yǒng ， gǔn gǔn ér chū ， xiàng zhe lǎo hé shàng fēng yōng ér qù le 。
嗡鸣声传入耳朵，那葫芦骤然暴卝涨起来了，很快就有数尺长，悬浮在胸口，无数天雷沙从里面喷卝涌，滚滚而出，向着老和尚蜂拥而去了。
Lin Xuan pointed his finger, and red light flickered as thousands of heaven-thunder sands exploded. Each grain might not be much, but together, it was shocking.
duì fāng dà jīng shī sè ， lián máng shēn shǒu jiāng jǐ jiàn bǎo wù zhào huí dào le shēn qián ， nù guī nù ， bì jìng shì lí hé qī ， zhè diǎn yǎn lì hái shì yǒu de ， kàn chū le nà tiān léi shā de bù fán zhī chù 。
对方大惊失色，连忙伸手将几件宝物召回到了身前，怒归怒，毕竟是离合期，这点眼力还是有的，看出了那天雷沙的不凡之处。
"Puh…" the old monk spat out blood. He himself did not suffer an attack, but since he was connected to the life-bound treasure through his mind, he felt no better.
lín xuān què bù guǎn nà me duō ， cāo zòng tiān léi shā xiàng bō tāo yī yàng de yā luò ， lǎo hé shàng yǎn zhōng shǎn guò yī sī hěn lì zhī sè ， jǐ jiàn bǎo guāng máng dà zuò ， hěn hěn de cháo zhe qián fāng sǎo guò qù le ， xiǎng yào dǎ chū yī tiáo tōng lù 。
林轩却不管那么多，操纵天雷沙像波涛一样的压落，老和尚眼中闪过一丝狠厉之色，几件宝光芒大作，狠狠的朝着前方扫过去了，想要打出一条通路。
His originally heated head finally cooled down as he realized he had provoked a person who should not have been provoked.
“ pò ！,
“破！,
"Friend, be merciful; my brothers and I are willing to hand over this Jade Heart Island," said one of them.
lín xuān yī zhǐ diǎn chū ， hóng guāng shǎn shuò ， shù yǐ qiān jì de tiān léi shā bào liè kāi lái le ， měi yī lì huò xǔ bù suàn shén me ， dàn zhè me duō lián zài yì qǐ ， què lìng rén dèng mù 。
林轩一指点出，红光闪烁，数以千计的天雷沙爆裂开来了，每一粒或许不算什么，但这么多连在一起，却令人瞪目。
"Now is too late for that. Friend, don't you think it's already too late?" Lin Xuan's lips curled into a cold smile. Originally, he wanted to resolve the matter amicably, but now, how could it be so easily settled?
The room echoed with the sounds of gongs and drums as the faces of the Seven Barbarian Companions revealed a look of indignation. If not for Lin Xuan himself, who was at the Separation Stage, they would have already taken out their treasures to kill him first.
"Namaste," said the old monk with a hint of mockery on his face. "If you say this, don't you think you're being overly arrogant?"
The old monk had already used his divine sense to scan the area; within a thousand miles, there were no other cultivators present. In other words, Lin Xuan was alone.
Facing seven opponents, he had guts indeed.
Lin Xuan sighed and said, "I speak kindly, just not wanting to clash with all of you. Since everyone is obstinate, I can only offend."
Before the words left his mouth, his sleeves fluttered, releasing several dozen sword lights that swam through the air, growing in size as they approached, turning into several feet long and striking like a storm towards them.
The Seven Barbarian Companions were greatly angered. The other party was too presumptuous.
Had their brains gone bad?
Didn't they see there was another Separation Stage cultivator here?
Facing seven opponents, did he really think he had any chance of winning?
Instantly, shouts and curses filled the air as the several Core Formation Stage cultivators took out defensive treasures. Regardless, Shí Fāng's cultivation was much higher than theirs, so they would just have to withstand this round of attacks.
Suddenly, brilliant light shone, various colorful shields and barriers appearing in their line of sight.
"A fly trying to stop a cart!"
Lin Xuan's lips curled into a sneer. The sword beams had already reached the seven people's sides.
"Ssssh," the piercing sounds of the air filled his ears as the treasures and barriers on their bodies were easily pierced through by the sword light.
As for their protective qi, it was completely ineffective; blood splattered from each person, with seven or eight bloody holes appearing on them.
However, no one died. Lin Xuan did not want to kill innocents; cultivation was hard work, so these few people merely temporarily lost their ability to move.
Only the old monk's sleeves fluttered, and a staff flew out, pouring in force as dense shadows like mountains clashed with the sword light, both turning into nothingness simultaneously.
It seemed like they were evenly matched, but the old monk's expression had completely changed. After all, he was using his life-bound treasure while the other party merely released several sword qi casually; did they really think this was possible? Even a Separation Stage cultivator would not have such strength.
Both surprised and angry, the old monk roared, crossing his hands in front of his chest as a ball of scorching white flames appeared. The temperature around him dropped sharply.
"Is that寒属性魔火?" Lin Xuan's face showed surprise.
"Yes, let you see the old monk's Frost Dragon Flame," said the old monk with a loud shout.
The flame suddenly grew in size and then flashed as a ten-foot-long fire dragon appeared, its entire body snow white. The terrifying coldness seemed to freeze space itself.
This secret technique took him two hundred years of seclusion to finally master. Even if the other party was at the Separation Stage, he still had confidence that they could be evenly matched.
Lin Xuan's expression first showed some surprise before a light laugh escaped his lips; this really was showing off in front of a master carpenter. This Frost Flame Secret Technique, wasn't it just asking for death?
He flicked his wrist, and three-colored flames appeared in his palm.
Spinning like a baby bird hatching, a one-foot-long phoenix flew out to meet the dragon.
Though smaller in size, the dragon showed signs of fear. Lin Xuan's expression changed; could this Buddhist fire already be sentient?
This was not something to overlook.
"Quickly!"
Lin Xuan pointed his finger forward, and the phoenix opened its mouth, emitting a clear cry as light flashed from its beak.
Wrapping around the dragon, it immediately shrunk in size before the dragon's original ten-foot length reduced to just an inch within moments, looking like a small worm.
Then, the phoenix pounced with its beak, lifting its head and swallowing the dragon into its belly.
"My Frost Dragon Flame."
The old monk was shocked, his eyes red. This was a secret technique he had struggled for years to master, hoping to gain fame through it. But now, after just one use, it was destroyed by Lin Xuan.
His efforts were in vain. Though at the Separation Stage, the old monk could not accept this for a moment and rushed forward with his fingers like claws, ready to fight Lin Xuan to the death.
"Do you really want to die?"
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow and said coldly.
"You rogue, you destroyed my secret technique; I have a grudge against you that cannot be shared," the old monk said as he wildly waved his sleeves, producing several more treasures—a hook, a sword, and a wooden fish-shaped one.
Lin Xuan sighed. Originally, he did not want to start a massacre but just wanted to show his strength so they would retreat. But now, this original plan was hard to achieve.
This old monk hated him to the bone; if he let him go, the other party would never rest until they got their revenge.
Innumerable troubles.
As the saying goes, fear not thieves stealing, but thieves thinking about it.
Given Lin Xuan's nature, how could he possibly do something as foolish as letting a tiger back into the forest?
"This is your doing."
The killing intent flashed across his face. Lin Xuan stretched out his hand and patted his waist, revealing a dark black gourd in front of him.
Shimmering!
Lin Xuan cast a spell on it.
Wu...
A buzzing sound filled his ears as the gourd suddenly grew in size, quickly reaching several feet long and floating above his chest. Countless heaven-thunder sand spewed out from within, rushing towards the old monk.
The other party was greatly alarmed and hurriedly reached out to retrieve their treasures before him. Though angry, he still had some eyesight as a Separation Stage cultivator; he saw the extraordinary nature of the heaven-thunder sand.
But Lin Xuan ignored all this. He manipulated the heaven-thunder sand like waves pressing down. The old monk's expression turned fierce, and his treasures shone brightly as they swept forward to clear a path.
"Break!"
Lin Xuan pointed his finger, and red light flickered as thousands of heaven-thunder sands exploded. Each grain might not be much, but together, it was shocking.
"Puh…" the old monk spat out blood. He himself did not suffer an attack, but since he was connected to the life-bound treasure through his mind, he felt no better.
His originally heated head finally cooled down as he realized he had provoked a person who should not have been provoked.
"Friend, be merciful; my brothers and I are willing to hand over this Jade Heart Island," said one of them.
"Now is too late for that. Friend, don't you think it's already too late?" Lin Xuan's lips curled into a cold smile. Originally, he wanted to resolve the matter amicably, but now, how could it be so easily settled?