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A treasure item with spatial abilities?

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted involuntarily. With his extensive experience in magical combat, he wouldn't fail to recognize such items.

There were many Heavenly Laws, but those related to space and time were undoubtedly the most mysterious and profound.

For now, let alone the lower planes, even after entering the Spirit Realm, he had encountered very few spatial treasure items… no, not a single one at all.

Apart from the Frost Fox King's spear on Jadespirit Island, this rope before him was his first encounter with a spatial treasure item.

Before his thoughts could fully process, Lin Xuan felt his body tighten as if being bound by that strange rope. Even his Nine Heavens Microstep technique was interrupted.

A flash of light and he tumbled down from the sky, appearing mid-air.

"Wh-What?"

Lin Xuan's expression betrayed a hint of shock. Previously, it had always been him breaking others' teleportation techniques; this time, however, he found himself at a disadvantage.

Fate does indeed have its ways.

Despite his surprise, Lin Xuan didn't show any signs of panic.

A mere rope trying to bind me? Too naive!

"Ha!"

Lin Xuan roared. His body was now surrounded by flickering spiritual light, changing colors in vibrant hues. His muscles bulged, and the sound of bones cracking filled his ears.

"Haha, it won't work. This捆仙索was given to me by Father. Even if you're a Separation Realm妖族 with blood ties to Heavenly Spirits, once bound, there's no way you can escape."

The wicked voice of the Amoral Elder rang in his ears. Although he was a despicable scoundrel, both his strength and treasure items made him stand out among peers.

Especially this捆仙索given by his adoptive father, which had spatial effects. Without considering his other abilities, with such a treasure item, he could easily sweep through his peers.

Before the words were fully spoken, the Amoral Elder extended his hand, slapped it against his head, and a double-edged battle axe shot out from his mouth.

"Brat, daring to defy your uncle! Next time you reincarnate, remember to be more cautious."

The lion demon's sinister laughter echoed in Lin Xuan's ears. He then stretched out his right hand and grabbed the axe, emitting an astonishing aura that rose into the sky.

This aura mixed with the surrounding primordial energy and was infused into his battle axe.

Wu…

A mournful voice reverberated through the air as he switched to holding the axe in both hands, his previously smirking expression vanishing. In its place was a killing intent and solemnity.

The Amoral Elder wasn't just a despicable scoundrel; he was also cunning and vicious. As the saying goes, better to kill wrongfully than let go. Since he had already made an enemy of Lin Xuan, there was no point in being courteous. He would kill to silence him for good.

With shocking killing intent rising into the sky, a bright axe blade swung towards Lin Xuan's midsection.

Bound by捆仙索, his hands were tied behind his back, unable to defend or teleport as he had done before. In his view, this brat was doomed; no accidents would occur.

Bang!

The sound of metal clashing filled the air. Despite the binding, Lin Xuan couldn't evade the blow. He couldn't even summon his Xuanqing Mother Shield. The axe, mixed with a skyward surge of malevolent energy, cleaved through him.

But an unbelievable scene unfolded—Amoral Elder's eyes widened as if he had been struck by an illusion.

Lin Xuan was indeed hit but there were no splashes of blood. With his flesh and blood body, he managed to withstand the sharp axe.

"How… how is this possible?"

The lion demon's face showed shock. His emotions were too complex to describe at that moment. As a late-stage Dongxuan妖族, regardless of whether Amoral or despicable, his strength was unquestionable. And so was his experience.

Knowing that demons had much longer lifespans than humans, their upgrades became increasingly difficult over time. In his long journey as an immortal cultivator, such a scene was unheard of—let alone witnessed; he hadn't even heard about it.

No… there were reports in ancient texts. The魔族 and阴司界ghosts had many branches, some with bodies so hard they could withstand the attacks from peers without injury.

Thinking of this, he turned his gaze back to Lin Xuan. While a few scratches marred him, the injuries weren't life-threatening; just a long cut on his body.

Though it looked like a significant wound, for cultivators, such an injury was nothing to worry about.

The critical issue was that even with full strength, he couldn't sever his head. This outcome was unsettling from any angle.

Amoral Elder quickly regained his composure. His expression showed shock but his eyes were filled with more murderous intent.

He wasn't stupid; clearly, he had wronged a formidable enemy.

捆仙索bound him unexpectedly, giving him an element of surprise. Once he broke free, the tables would turn, and it would be him crying for mercy.

With this thought, the lion demon's expression turned ugly but quickly hardened into malice as he pulled out a peculiar dagger from his hand. He flipped his left hand, spitting blood onto the blade which was quickly absorbed by the treasure item.

A faint roar echoed in his ears as he tightly gripped the dagger and thrust it towards Lin Xuan's neck.

Lin Xuan wasn't one to sit idly by. During that process, he had blocked the opponent's fatal strike with his well-trained body. The peril involved was immense, and the expended magical energy was colossal. He couldn't afford another attempt; no sane person would do such a foolish thing.

Roar!

To turn the tide, he needed to destroy捆仙索 first. This much was certain. Lin Xuan's body was enveloped in a surge of demonic energy as primordial energies from all five elements rushed into his body.

"Wh-What? You can absorb the energies of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth?"

Amoral Elder's shock and anger intensified. His face showed disbelief again. Could this opponent be a cultivator with a Five Elements Spirit Root? Impossible! Such talent was merely legend; it couldn't have appeared in reality.

Despite his astonishment, he couldn't concede on the surface. A cold laugh echoed in Lin Xuan's ears: "You won't succeed by struggling. Even a late-stage Dongxuan cultivator can't escape this捆仙索for now."

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